After awhile there comes a point when you give up hope or is it just accept reality for what it is?
Like the cold winter wind,
There is a chill in your heart
Your angry words and angry tone
Make my feelings smart
I feel like the once beautiful trees
That were clothed in color
Now their limbs are cold and bare,
Without the color we adore

Stripped and bare,
Cold, confused,
Not knowing what to do
To make some sense
Or recompense
To make peace with you
Like the trees want their leaves,
An answer to their prayer…
Must they wait,
Till a later date,
Remaining cold and bare?
Will spring come;
Will it warm your heart?
Is there a chance
For a brand new start?
Somehow, I think not,
You’ve been cold so long
But my heart aches
As it breaks, and
I pray I’m wrong…
J. Sheldon-Walker
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