Winter is unending

The sun hidden 

Beneath perpetual gray

And warmth, if it shows itself,

Is fleeting

Like spring blossoms

Here for now and

Then

Gone again. 

And pain is like that too

Each hurt an endless ocean

Pocketed by islands of relief

A word, a smile, a touch

From someone who loves you

And doesn’t want you to drown. 

What keeps you going

When you float upon that sea

Nearly numb from cold

Sinking in the waters 

Of that deep black ocean ?

Nothing,

Except,

Those bright moments of light

Sunshine in the winter.