(written 17/01/23)
Winter reigns.
Ice forms in my veins.
Numb.
It relieves my pain.
Spring arrives.
Hope renews.
Plant new seeds.
I no longer bleed.
Summer shines.
I feel alive.
Autumn falls.
The leaves turn brown.
And so, again, I lose my ground.
Life is an endless cycle of growth, then pain.
But what we cannot cure, we must endure until our breath fades.
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Maggie Watson.
In the Shadow of my Pen 