Winter LifeA Poem by Brandon Forry
I would that life could always last.
I can relish in the warmth around me, but I'm cold. This life is cold. The cold keeps me alive. Keeps me breathing. I can feel it fill me and in me and outside me; I take comfort in it. Knowing that the cold is there keeps me moving, lest I freeze. I would that I could stop and bask, inside on wintry days. It keeps me. It guides me. But I know I must walk that snow white path. To places unknown, cold and reasonable. Defying logic, I fly along, falling, skipping, gliding, diving, as through a storm. A single fleck, and bite, a chill, a frost upon the earth. I am a drop, that is unlike all others, frozen in the womb of the sky, given birth by the pull of the earth. Drifting. I go. I move. I make clean, and cold. I become part of that which has always been. I melt and become again, just as the snow through which I tread. I am a traveler. A wanderer. A tree, along the path. Living and clinging, to the frozen earth. Majestic and strong. The mountains shelter all. The sky meets the top and the life springs anew in it's many depths and heights. Soaring, I am above it all. The sky and light, life and song. Through the vacuum, all things glide. The eternal cosmic dance. Ever moving, always taking, always giving. Through and through and all things go. I go as well, and I end as well, and I go as I always have.
© 2015 Brandon ForryAuthor's Note
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Added on December 25, 2015 Last Updated on December 25, 2015 AuthorBrandon ForryPortland, ORAboutI believe I'm here for the same reason as anyone else; I want to be heard and understood. I want to share, as well. I'm currently living in Portland, OR, between years of college. I've decided I wa.. more..Writing
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