This has been a very cold winter. I’m speaking not only the NYC weather but myself. I’ve gotten into a place where I have to face my truth about myself and go back to my childhood and resolve those issues. Sometimes your childhood can haunt you later in life and if you don’t faced you’ll be stuck. But I’ve been doing some writing, one writing being a poem piece. I’ve never really done poetry I just been feeling a certain type of way so the word are coming out naturally. This one down below describes my winter.
A very cold Winter. I just want the sun to shine in my skin then the cool air slap my cheeks.
A very cold winter. Winter you have faced me in front of me.
Is the most difficult point in my journey. Coming into terms with your truth is never easy.
Is a brutal winter. The -0 degrees feels heavy on my heart and mind.
Ay, winter go away this