Frozen Time

This is a poem about myself that surrounds the illustration of winter. To me winter brings respective thoughts that drift to my past. I have to tell myself I can't change but have to live and look for

Frozen Time

By Ken Edwards

 

Winter winds blow through the recesses of my brain

 

Dark Clouds fill the skies above me like heavy black curtains

 

The cold bites through you like a liquid fire

 

Your body shivers but finds no warmth

 

Sometimes you feel if time is locked in a frozen world

 

The days run together but don’t seem to end

 

You look back and ponder your footprint in snowstorms of your past

 

The colder days always roll into colder nights

 

You open a door of blizzards blasting winds that rips at your flesh

 

You find you must look forward and not dwell in your past endeavors

 

Hindsight would be a wonder if there were a magical bridge to bring about changes

 

But you know that warmer days lay ahead in the spring thaw

 

Till then I will have my feet planted in my present existence

 

When I choose to open the door of the previous time it does seem to freeze time like solid statue

 

So I smile and push through with mental and physical might

 

And let time stand perfectly quiet while I gaze forward.