Gift to my Readers
As a gift to my readers and followers, I have a poem for you. I hope you find peace this holiday season. Peace may not come in the form of a world without conflict. Sometimes, it is a place of shelter while the storm rages around us.
Melting Winter’s Heart
Perfectly-formed icicles lace
the tree in my front yard, adorning
the branches like Christmas tree ornaments.
Standing before the tree, I gape
at the baubles, but cringe
when I see the refracted light creating
rainbows of memories of my lost loves.
The prisms mirror my despair within
their icy depths.
Every year I come out to see my
lost loves frozen in the moment
I last gazed upon their faces.
Unchanging.
The pain,
unchanged.
I hear frost crackle and snap as it races across
my chest, painfully slowing my heart
and restricting my breath.
There are more paralyzed memories than last year,
and I wonder how the trinkets always find their
way to my tree. As if I need to see them
to remember what I’ve lost.
I snatch one from the branches, which
gives it up with a shudder, and smuggle
it inside the house within the folds of my coat.
I collapse next to the fire, and
remove my layers until the
frozen fragment rests in my palm.
The chill burns my hand, but I
grip it tighter.
The heat from the fire calms my mind.
The frost from the ornament melts
to tears. I feel them running down
my hands and my face. My heart
palpitates, racing out of fear, but
I won’t look away from my trinket
that starts roaring like the fire. The
flames lick at my skin and dry
the drops of salty water.
A warmth rushes through me, chasing
away the chill that’s haunted me
for years. Laughter fills the air, I
remember the joy this bauble, this love,
brought me and the surprise of it
bubbles up and dances with the crackle
of the fire.
I rise and twirl and sing
holding my love close
to my heart. The shadows
of my sorrow slink away
and I am free to remember
the glow of our memories without
the cobwebs of sadness.
I place the trinket,
now resembling a brilliant star,
atop the Christmas tree
next to the fireplace where I can gaze
upon it and feel the warmth
of the life we once shared.
Maybe next year,
I’ll bring in another.
Merry Christmas Mandie!
Thank you. Merry Christmas to you as well!
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Thank you! I enjoyed reading your work earlier this morning. I also like that you provide audio with your pieces, which I obviously enjoy adding to my stories and poems as well. Thanks for stopping by!