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The winter sky was gray and cold-it never seemed so bleak.
It matched the way she felt inside-so tiny and so meek.
The colors once so vivid had slowly lost their hue
The sun that once had ruled her life had faded from her view.
She longed to free her inner soul-to break the chains that bound
Her often hidden female soul that rarely came around.
The winter winds-they chilled her as she pondered on her fate
Forbidden to express herself because of people’s hate.
IF only they could see the joy when ere she was set free
To show the world the woman that she knew that she should be.
Uncovered by the hardened shell that life had dealt her hand,
The sweet and gentle soul that lived inside the outer man.
The love she longed to give and take-it overflowed her heart
And tried to find the one she felt could be her counterpart.
It mattered not to her the form her future partner took.
It was their heart that counted not the way that person looked.
She wanted someone who could be her true and lifelong friend,
While sharing deeper feelings that she hoped would never end.
The loneliness that she had felt for lo these many years
Could finally be banished as she put away her fears.
So as the snow began to fall, so soft and gently white,
It slowly covered up the hurt and made the future bright.
The hopeless feelings that had once consumed herself with fear
Gave way to optimism that this time it was HER year.
The snow was just a metaphor-of life become so new
The purity of those white flakes her purpose it renewed.
No longer would she let the world deny what she should be-
The person God intended and she knew she now was free!
Very nice Cynthia,, I wish you the best on your journey
Wow Cynthia, I love it! It relates the metamorphosis and longing that we all eventually go through as we learn to accept that we are fine as who we are. We are not broken, lost, or deranged as the world would see us, we are our individual selves and should be nothing else but who we are.
Cynthia,
Well written!
You were able to make me speachless..... I'm irish, & that doesn't happen often!
Luv ya!
Cookie!!! 🙂
2016_poets corner: skippy1965(Cynthia) original post:
The winter sky was gray and cold-it never seemed so bleak.
It matched the way she felt inside-so tiny and so meek.
The colors once so vivid had slowly lost their hue
The sun that once had ruled her life had faded from her view.
She longed to free her inner soul-to break the chains that bound
Her often hidden female soul that rarely came around.
The winter winds-they chilled her as she pondered on her fate
Forbidden to express herself because of people’s hate.
IF only they could see the joy when ere she was set free
To show the world the woman that she knew that she should be.
Uncovered by the hardened shell that life had dealt her hand,
The sweet and gentle soul that lived inside the outer man.
The love she longed to give and take-it overflowed her heart
And tried to find the one she felt could be her counterpart.
It mattered not to her the form her future partner took.
It was their heart that counted not the way that person looked.
She wanted someone who could be her true and lifelong friend,
While sharing deeper feelings that she hoped would never end.
The loneliness that she had felt for lo these many years
Could finally be banished as she put away her fears.
So as the snow began to fall, so soft and gently white,
It slowly covered up the hurt and made the future bright.
The hopeless feelings that had once consumed herself with fear
Gave way to optimism that this time it was HER year.
The snow was just a metaphor-of life become so new
The purity of those white flakes her purpose it renewed.
No longer would she let the world deny what she should be-
The person God intended and she knew she now was free!
