December 24, 2015


There is a certain chill in the air
that reminds me 
of nights spent in waking;
hours that stifled my existence
making me burst from confines
to pace corridors and run into lawns,
feeling my insignificance.

The infinitesimal space
calmed my shivering soul
as bones 
still greeted one another 
in icy hellos.
For, with winter, came knocking
questions of why-nots,
seeking solace in invisible arms
and answers in shadows.
The cold went by 
in soul-secrets
whispered into emptiness,
till the morning sun 
thawed my spirit
to a semblance of grace.

When a gust of chilly wind 
numbs my fingers today
I think of winters gone by
when you weren't around
and wonder aloud 
about what kept me alive! 

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Maira Gall