Between Winter and Spring.

I see the color come to focus

And the sunsets burn like bright explosions

I can feel her running in my soul

Though I am stuck here growing cold

I plead with you please take it slow

For I am young but much too old

To be jumping out of speeding cars

And filling up at empty bars

Freedom found comes with a cost

Now never have I felt so lost.

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26 thoughts on “Between Winter and Spring.

  1. Thanks for following me. I’m weary of making the prose that need editing, as lines of scrawl that feed a purpose of medicine. Your poetry was fit as a medication for a feeling in me that won’t go away. The moment when spring is knocking on the door, and all I can do is write about the sun I drove to, far from the source of the winters in my mind. I will let the sun burn it’s way into my broken heart and hope for survival, while praying for the recoveries found in thrival.

  2. I can understand this piece quite well. I have felt it. Sometimes there is a feeling of security in a particular place – whatever place it may be like a feeling or situation or physical place – to leave that place can be quite unsettling. I look forward to spring but there are a few aspects that I wish to not have to face, as well. And some are upsetting for me.

  3. I have nominated you for the Liebster Award. If you would like to accept it, please go to my blog site for details. You are an inspiration and thank you for your advice and support, Ellie x

  4. Hi Naomi! Thanks for following me. I’ve enjoyed reading
    your prose and poetry! It’s good to write out and express your
    thoughts and feelings. Keep on keeping on…in my older
    life I now look for the things that are positive rather than
    dwell on what wasn’t or isn’t what I’d like…life’s too short
    for that anymore. I tell God what I’m grateful for and thank Him.
    It also helps to keep us counting our Blessings and
    enjoying what we do have in life.

  5. Thank you for liking my recent post. As you could tell my mom was a character and I was very lucky to have been raised by her. In my view, feeling lucky is a matter of focusing on any morsel of positive energy that pokes its head up. I love reading poetry. It really does feed the soul. Keep writing, Whether you realize it or not you are tapping a positive spark that lies within you.

  6. I did not read the title before I started reading. I finished realized it’s how I feel right now. When I read the title it made me really happy because I felt as if spring is coming. Great write! 🙂

  7. Pingback: Between Winter and Spring. | Writing by Di Drinkwater

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