The Authentic Winter
Winter saunters in like an unwelcome, necessary friend
Her cold breath baring truth
That we hide from in layers
Of colorful wool and heated blankets
Her uncovered branches, offensive and sharp
A lady with wit and wisdom
We love to hate her
But she is authentic and shows us beauty
Whether we like it or not
Whether our coffees or hot toddies are warm enough
To shield us from the biting feeling
Of the realization
Of who we really are
When our own branches are stripped
Our facades harden and crack falling to the ground
Like snowflakes
Covering the green and brown grasses
With ashen shadows of our projected realities….identities
We play in our perceptions
In the stories we tell ourselves
We build them
Shaping our lives with our frozen hands
Trying to make them good enough
Afraid when the distant sun melts the figures we have
created
And turns them into wet remnants soon to evaporate
The cold remains
We face the barrenness of the newly uncovered
And we learn to embrace it
The wind blows and we inhale truth
We no longer shudder from the cold
Because we know
This season is part of becoming
It is part of growing
It is part of being alive
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Deirdre!
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