I tried to write this winter
but it was so cold
I couldn't find the words
I couldn't find my soul

There was no passion in my thoughts
or meaning in my life
The frigid air consumed me
As each day turned night

My hair grew brittle and dull
No comfort in my own skin
My wounds were split open
as I continued to grow thin

The things I once loved
Never seemed so far away
Until I was met by the vernal equinox
and longer became the days