Cold Comfort

Winter whispers softly, a tender hush
that drapes the world in shimmering white,
and I stand, arms open,
bare skin kissed by the cool embrace of snow,
each flake a delicate petal,
drifting down from the gray heavens,
dancing through the crisp air,
and settling, sweetly,
upon my awaiting flesh.Snow gathers,
a delicate layer on my bare arms,
a chilling embrace I welcome.
It stings, yes, a fleeting sharpness,
but then… a calming numbness.

This winter skin,
exposed and vulnerable,
finds a solace I never knew.
The snow’s cool surrender,
a peace I crave,
a purity unmatched.

Your touch,
once a fire I thought I needed,
now burns with a different heat,
a scorch that leaves me raw,

a mark I cannot wash away.

In this quiet realm, I find solace,
the chill enveloping me like a soft blanket,
as if the earth herself is cradling my soul,
each droplet of frost a reminder
of nature's pure caress,
untouched and untainted,
a stark contrast to the warmth of your hands.

Your touch, once a blaze of fire,
now feels like a distant murmur,
echoing through the halls of forgotten memories,
your breath was once a summer gust,
swirling through the ribbons of my heart,
but here, in this brisk embrace,
the snow brings clarity, purity"
like a fresh start unwritten.

I close my eyes,
and in the stillness,
I can hear the earth breathe,
the world exhaling,
in rhythm with my pulse,
each heartbeat a soft thrum
against the backdrop of winter's serenade,
as if the universe knows my longing.

This cold, it awakens something within,
a primal instinct that whispers,
reminds me that I am alive,
that my skin, exposed to the biting wind,
can feel more than the echoes
of your once-rough touch,
which has become a whisper of yesterday.

The snow dances lightly on my shoulders,
a crown of frost,
a reminder that not all freezes hearts,
some things can awaken the spirit,
reminds me how to feel,
with each melting flake,
washing over me"
this season of rest,
this embrace of ice.

I want to gather the frost,
collect it in my hands,
feeling power in the chill,
the way it makes me shiver with life,
running through my veins like electricity,
pulsing with the joy of being unbridled,
as the memory of your roughness recedes,
fading like a photograph left too long in the sun.

Here, in this expanse of white,
I discover the art of solitude;
frost etches upon my skin
the wisdom of winter's embrace,
each touch gliding against my arms
carries the promise of new beginnings,
and within its icy fingers, I find
a sanctuary, a refuge,
away from the lingering shadows of yesterday.

So let the snow fall deeper,
let it swirl and spin around me,
for in this briskness, I rediscover myself"
a canvas still untouched,
waiting for the vibrant hues of spring,
the thawing of the past,
as winter and I dance in perfect harmony,
where your touch becomes only a distant echo,
and the snow on my bare skin becomes
the language of my rebirth.

Reviews

[MayHeartsYou]

The whole thing feels somber, but like the gray of a cloudy morning. Every now and then you start seeing some light between the clouds. It resonates with me a lot, especially where I am in life right now.. This feels like a push in the direction of embracing the chill a little more. You're pretty tough, I admire that. Keep writing and inspiring others with your feelings.

[Ashe]

Thank you so much!