Despite winter being cold

Spewing harsh words which split my skin,

It is warm

 

The snow is still, it glitters

In shades I’ve never

Noticed before

 

The sky is pale and pink

A different hue of orange

That came before

 

The blonde of my hair

The forgiving lilac air,

The white of my skin

 

A part of me longs for the summer

But it is here amongst the snow,

The crack of the cold

Where I feel most at home

 

Sadness is brief, happiness seeps

Out of the cuts the snowy paper brought

To my skin in deep reds, a contrast

 

 

 

I wake up each morning

New, reinvented

These cold months have been

Gentle with me, a contrast

 

The green in my eyes doesn’t lie,

My skin brighter

 

A result of no love but that from

Myself,

I’m burning softly, slower now

In colours I never noticed before