Mae Chase


Winter And Its Effects - Poem by Mae Chase

I hate the cold
I hate the way it freezes my fingers,
Making them too numb to play violin
Making me feel useless and unsuccessful
I hate the way it allows me to hide
In big sweaters and gloves and hats
And inside my room
I hate the way it makes my skin pale and waxy
The way my scars pop with contrast
Against the back of my hands
I hate the cold because I feel fragile,
Like old china
I hate the cold because of the way I feel stuck in my ways
I hate the cold because I can feel it like a weight against my chest
And when I was young,
I thought that death was a man who sat on your chest as you slept
And pressed the very breath right out of you
I hate the empty sky
I hate my emptier mood
I hate my frantic thoughts that go along with it
And I hate the cold

Topic(s) of this poem: anxiety, winter

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Winter And Its Effects by Mae Chase

  • John S (11/8/2015 12:12:00 AM)


    Yes, you are a great writer. You should expand and write a story. Using the cold as a metaphor for anxiety was brilliant. Yes, anxiety shuts me up in my room to and keeps me from accomplishing the things I want to accomplish, as well as dating or at times just going out and having fun (Report) Reply

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  • Souren Mondal (11/7/2015 10:20:00 PM)


    'I hate the way it makes my skin pale and waxy
    The way my scars pop with contrast
    Against the back of my hands
    I hate the cold because I feel fragile,
    Like old china'

    Quite beautiful description and use of poetic devices... Thanks for sharing...
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 7, 2015



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