Winter sharpens the air until silence feels heavy,
but inside me, memories begin to thaw.
Loneliness brushes past then pauses uncertain,
as warmth gathers from names, faces, unfinished thoughts.
I write because feeling needs a place to rest,
and this poem becomes the fire I didn’t know I carried.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 3:20 AM UTC
Winter sharpens the air until silence feels heavy,
but inside me, memories begin to thaw.
Loneliness brushes past then pauses uncertain,
as warmth gathers from names, faces, unfinished thoughts.
I write because feeling needs a place to rest,
and this poem becomes the fire I didn’t know I carried.
