Winter Stillness
written by: Grace Hall
Talk is Cheap, Right? Action shouts louder,
But what can you do, when the action is but a whisper,
When it is smothering your voice, what then,
You fall both silent and inactive, what then,
What is to become of your past self and your future presence?
Do they choose to accept their fate, in this melancholy Ravine you have found yourself?
What emotions, does this position now stir, as you lie still, so very still.
With only the casting of thoughts, between your shallow breaths,
Within the confines of your mind, you pursue the shoulds,
You prevail your past, and feel the agony of your coulds,
You are blind, yet all-seeing of your future, it is dark?
And though they scream, in the cacophony of your Ravine,
Only the shadows can grow, for you become small,
Now existing, only in your shell.
Winter has descended!
And with it the cold nourishes, and encourages your stillness, your silence.
The hours of daylight, so short now, the Ravine is closed to visitors,
They could not see the entrance, even if they choose,
Because now, the snow is falling and with it your denial.
And so it is, you brave the winter, falling, still further,
Yet knowing, still hoping, you may see the spring.
This hope is a whisper, but still, a green shoot,
And though the only action inspired, is to imagine, this coming of spring will heal you!
Still, you cannot convey movement,
Still, you are still.
Except, perhaps? A sense of growing Anger?
Or, do I mistake it for Disappointment, Frustration, alas there is emotion!
But they say, tread carefully, for spring shoots, though brave, are still, still very tender.
This will not do, your Anger wants to drag you, from the frozen shell,
Your Disappointment laughs at your stupidity for trying,
Whilst your Frustration knows always this would be the outcome.
Yet I, I do not give up the hope,
And though you are my Winter, I have vowed to be your Spring,
Your reason, to one day, choose action, one day, to climb from your Ravine,
To feel the Spring sunshine of hope, upon your very being.
And though winter is my stillness, I relish it not,
It may live within my bones; its shadows may daringly dance.
Yet I must own it, for winter comes and winters do go,
And there within and between its stillness, there we all must live.
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