Winter's Eventual Thaw Poem by Liz Munro

It's hard not to change
into what other people want you to be
but it's harder to conceal the anger
because they won't let your spirit be free.

Sick of them consently critising you
because of the person you are
shoved to the edge of dark cliffs
a voice says 'Jump, the bottom's not down that far'.

Trying to ignore the voice
knowing it's not 'logical' reason
but it's harder to want to stay
when the world's trapped in a frozen winter season.

...Should I jump and end it all?

...or stay and wait for winter's eventual thaw?

19/02/06