The Light In Winter Poem by Sierra Staten

Winter had always been remembered for its destruction
The light would fade more with each passing day
Memories of failed relationships, dead relatives
All I could possibly do was wait
For the sunlight to chase them away

Though if the sun even appeared
While they would vanish from sight
It was only a matter of time, I feared
Until they came rushing back at night

Never truly free, I couldn't hide
From who I was meant to be
Cynical as I may seem, countenance of ice
I still had a heart that would bleed
I tried to destroy it thousands of times
But it is immortal, it seems

Even when looking through jade
Even when its influence would fade
It could still pester me some days

Indifferent to what shallow emotions I felt
There was little that truly made me smile
It was merely a book gathering dust upon a shelf
Unused, no one had read it in years its true
The contents known by so very few

Should someone have mentioned a change
Especially if they mentioned when it would take place
I would return to them that it was a terrible joke
"Nothing good happens in winter, you know."

It's a season of cold winds and ice
Eternally dark, rife with bleak memories
Though it was slightly different this time
Despite all that happened, it finally seemed
That there was a glint of light
Unlike any in years I've seen

I know that it's not perfect
It's barely been used
But I want to give my heart to you