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Eternal Winter
I watch the snow
Fall to the ground.
Christmas is coming
And everyone is full
Of holiday cheer.
Everyone,
Except me.
I hate winter.
So cold
And dark.
It reminds me
Of my life.
So cold
And dark.
Sometimes I wish
That I could
Bury myself
In the snow
And freeze to death.
At least
I would be free
Of my pain.
But somehow
Death finds a way
To hide from me.
I have been told
That after winter
Comes spring,
Just as after dark
Comes light.
That saying
Is not true
For me.
I am trapped
In an eternal winter.
Spring
Has not come.
It never has.
Sometimes I hope
That when I die
I will go somewhere
That has
An eternal spring.
But then,
I ask myself,
Does Heaven really exist?
Would anyone care
If I die?
Will I ever know
What spring is?
