Entry Three: Analogies and Similies

A couple stanzas in my work “(Assuming) It Will Come Again” are standing out to me right now…

 

Inside my bleak and dismal world

Everyone has turned away from me

You who used to thaw my cold

When will it be spring again?

I want to escape

Leave my winter prison

Feel the warmth of spring

But that’s assuming

It’ll come again

I want to be free

From all these icy chains

Feel the warmth of spring

But that’s assuming

It’ll come again

 

Right now, my world does seem rather “bleak and dismal”. Even though this is the Christmas season, I’m receiving the gift of drifting friends. It’s like this. Someone has a lollipop. They hand it to you, and just before you are about to take it, they take it back. Once in a while, they lick it, just to spite you.

“Everyone has turned away from me” Does this need an explanation?

“You who used to thaw my cold” Referring to those friends I confided in and turned to get over my bad days.

“When will it be spring again?” When will my suffering end?

“I want to escape

Leave my winter prison

Feel the warmth of spring

But that’s assuming

It’ll come again

I want to be free

From all these icy chains

Feel the warmth of spring

But that’s assuming

It’ll come again”

I want to get rid of these problems and not have them, but I’m afraid if I escape these ones, they’ll just get worse. So, I’m just assuming that my break from trials will come…eventually…

The odd thing is, I actually came up with the title for this about six months ago, before this episode had really evolved into anything. I wrote the actual song about three months ago, and now I realize how true it really is.

Sometimes it seems hopeless. That my spring never will come again.

Then it when it seems like all hope is lost, something turns me around. It’s like this: I walk up a hard hill and finally reach the top and then someone pushes me down the other side. For some reason, I have to walk up that side I just came down. And the process repeats.

Don’t start thinking I’m suicidal or need antidepressants. Writing is my antidepressant. Won’t that just make you more upset because you’re dwelling on it, you ask? No is my reply. Writing is my medication. I can get everything out onto paper and feel so much better for it.

There are days where I just want to sit and cry. There have been a couple days where I’ve retreated to the bathroom, just to get away from it all. But even then my sanctuary isn’t perfect. It isn’t until I can go home into my room at night with pen and paper that I feel truly at peace.

 

 

Reviews

[turtlegirlluver]

This song helps strengthen your story very well and fits in perfectly. You are going through so much and maybe the character can't see how close spring really is. Another good chapter!