I'm dancing in the flurry of my soul.

Hard days make it cold as snow...

You'd think I'd wish for fiery coal,

Where there's warming embers lit aglow.

But somewhere in this blinding white

I find grief being blown aside

Every fear taking its flight

Prompted by this season's bride.

Or is it only frostbite

Freezing through my veins?

Is it numbing up my inward fight?

This won't wash my stains.

Either way I feel no more

Here in the flurry of my soul;

This blizzard makes them shut the door

While I go for a winter stroll...

Frigid and shivering I look up

Up to the clouds of melting ice

A warm feeling fills my heart's cup

No, I won't be left alone twice.

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• Date written: October 12, 2017 • Word Count: 123 • Line Count: 20 • Stanza Count: 5 •