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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My world was an endless cold winter, filled with bitter misery and pain. The type of pain that couldn’t so easily be taken away, the type that ate at the ends of your soul. It was the pain that came and held within, blacking your soul, your existence. Angry winds howled and blew all around, making visibility and sanity slowly vanish. When I thought I would give up, let the cold sink in and freeze what little flesh I had left, I came across two tinny fires. The wind kept trying to blow them out, but they were strong and fierce and kept flickering their glorious, heated lights. Seeing those sad little fires fight to shine, made me want to fight for them. I fought against the howling winds, ignoring how it pierced and sank it’s sharp teeth into my face. I helped build the fires large enough that when the howling winds came, they too howled in all their glory. They stood tall and glamorous, heating and warming all around. The snow and ice started to melt, tiny flowers grew in its spot. New life. I lay down in the small patch by the fires, looking out to the rest of the frozen world. I see the winds beckoning to me, swirling around and around, whispering my name. I roll closer to the fire as a shiver runs down my spine. I try to bask in the heat. The screams carry on by the wind, sounding more like hisses than whispers. Opening my arms, I embrace the much needed heat. Begging for it to defrost my bones and heart. I’m am nothing more than a corpse left by the destruction caused from my cruel winters war. My heart aches to beat once more, my bones shake with anticipation to move freely. I bury my face to drift asleep, knowing the fires will protect me. I hear the screams swirling in the wind, a constant reminder that they’ll always be there lurking and twisting. My pile of bones are over grown with the baby plants sprouting to life. They cover me, wrapping around me, embracing me. The earthly smell fills me, engulfing me. I become a part of them as they are a part of me, infusing into one. I’m being reborn, giving a new life.
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