These sharp, cold breaths are subsiding at last
The pain of frosty inhalation is finally finished
I can finally breathe in and my heart doesn't stop
Winter is slowly fading into spring
The air in my lungs has shed its despotic weight
It no longer grips me
Nostalgia and doubt no longer float in its wafting wake
The frigid qualms of this winter hell have finally melted away
Warm sunshine on my skin awaits me
I welcome the finger tips of sunlight reaching out to me
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
These sharp, cold breaths are subsiding at last
The pain of frosty inhalation is finally finished
I can finally breathe in and my heart doesn't stop
Winter is slowly fading into spring
The air in my lungs has shed its despotic weight
It no longer grips me
Nostalgia and doubt no longer float in its wafting wake
The frigid qualms of this winter hell have finally melted away
Warm sunshine on my skin awaits me
I welcome the finger tips of sunlight reaching out to me
I would say this piece is one of the longest extended metaphors I have ever written. Several metaphors within metaphors. Yes I know it isn't metered, nor does it rhyme.
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