Before Winter

winter poem

Before winter…

I was young.

I blew bubbles

and turned cartwheels

on warm, clear evenings.


Before winter…

I was happy.

I sang off key

and laughed out loud

without a worry to be had.


But life grew heavy

with each snowflake that fell.

I feel their weight

bringing me down,

numbing my toes

and my feelings.


I’ve lived so hard

and loved so wrong

that I just don’t know

who I am anymore.


Before winter…

love was what I felt

for my koala bear.

And it was unconditional.

My greatest concern

was whether to play

Adventure or Asteroids.

And either choice was fun.

Before winter…

Mom was still here

to help me through.





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