Coming back to life
The jabs of the last few years have left me weak,
I mourn lost vitality in this poverty stricken body.
If it was not for the soul that concentrated itself around my ankles
And like thick phlegm stuck my boots to the ground,
I would have fallen by now.
I recall the past, when in wild cries I yearned for winter,
Winter! Winter!
Winter came and starved me.
Now the night freezes what the sun slowly thaws.
I realize, I have shed the puppet life and begun living
And no longer question why and where.
And have abandoned search and meaning.
My only thought is to get through this winter
With its chilling frost and ailing snow
To a spring of blossom,
To a summer to prepare,
To harvest a light jacket for autumn
And somehow manage a makeshift roof the coming winter.
Yeah wonderful like Sridevi says.
wonderful !!!
Thank you for the gift of your poetic voice, spoken with such passion...Stay Strong! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Grabbing the vanishing life........[I realize,I have shed the puppet life and begun living!] Really a great poem! Tuhin go ahead and my best wishes!
Like your descriptive and sensory words. Every day is a new day, so continue to travel that new highway that you have never traveled before.