stuck in winter

letters to my best friend, ten

Photo by Glen Hodson on Unsplash

i’m trapped in winter.
the days remain gray and heavy,
beneath my feet a slippery slope —
one wrong step, and i could fall.

i’ve built walls around my heart
as if layering clothes
to shut out the cold.
still, the frost finds its way in.

grief pulls me inward,
as storms drive people indoors.
i become my own shelter,
yet the storm rages within.

my thoughts spiral unchecked
as blizzards swirl —
sudden, overwhelming,
leaving no clear path.

time itself feels suspended,
as though the clock froze.
my days are monochrome,
the colors drained.

life fails to give its joys,
as the sun fails to give its warmth.
i ask the gray, endless sky:
will spring ever return?