Yesterday, I strolled through a gallery of winter portraits,
I marveled at the state of my soul in those frozen frames.
Nostalgia wraps around me like a warm embrace,
I yearn for those days of apathetic grace.
Back then, I bore a hidden pain, a silent storm,
Yet today's agony weighs upon my heart in a different form.
It's a mysterious sensation, a relentless, inner strife,
A relentless scratching, a wounded, tumultuous life.
These aches now surface, throbbing like crimson rivers,
Unyielding, unstoppable, as if fate delivers.
I glimpsed a photo of a frozen, tranquil lake,
And for a fleeting moment, my spirit did awake.
The wintry enchantment, both numbing and serene,
A world encased in ice, a sight seldom seen.
Everything stands still, in a frigid, silent trance,
As if it'll remain unaltered, in perpetual dance.
But change, like an inevitable tide, will roll,
The thawing snows will reveal each hidden soul.
A moment will arrive when winter's hold retreats,
Beneath the blazing sun, its frozen heart shall meet.
In that instant, reality's light will grace the land,
Truth's warmth shall touch the earth, and life expand.
Now, I am ablaze, an inferno deep within,
A relentless roar, like molten lava's fiery spin.
What am I to do with this tumultuous desire,
This painful, yet coveted, inner fire?
