Come Rise, My Sun

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my winter retreat was lonely
flurries turned into storms
dark skies seemed always
cold bit me every second
ice through my veins stiffened from life
sharpen gales to cut me away
I was polar from everything
sitting barren
until her voice
her light
all that warmth from beyond
chiselled me free of that void capsule
I am her sun
she is my days

3 thoughts on “Come Rise, My Sun

    1. Thank you for this. The picture is not mine, just seemed to fit perfectly. Sometimes when I am not 100 Ash, I think of my grandmother and it gives me the strength to pull myself out. And, sometimes…but never on a consistent basis. To be honest, rarely.

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