Whilst in Winter

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The bitter cold winds of winter chill me to the bone. In stagnation, seemingly, my season goes unchanged. Instead, the changes have come in the form of lowered temperature, more sleet, black ice, freezing rain, winter storms and hell (hail). My fingertips and toes throb, burning in protest to the present situation. As I have tried to make the best of where I am.

Sure! I have learned to adapt in this season. Find beauty in the icicles. The white blanket of snow. The winter sunrises and setting sun. I have found activities which are exciting and exhilarating; winter sports.

I've taken to the kindness of the winter holidays, when I had almost forgotten winter. Indulged in enjoying the festivities and joyous communion.  Fellowship with others, coming to aid -giving or receiving gifts.
Most evenings I would say my prayers, listen to the worship songs; my lullabies. Numbing the winters pain of my frostbitten state of being.

by *QueerAngel8900

Still, nights would call and weeping came before sleep. Frozen tears to my face...As I tried to breath there was no air left. Hitting my pillow hoping to find relief, as rock to rock ignites flame (fire could at least melt this ice). Despite the periods of numbness, my aching heart still felt every bit of the blows from the furious hammer of winter to my chest.

In sorrow and despair I wept. Visions of my death at sunset, driven over a cliff, frozen waters of the beach where the broken and shattered pieces of me fell which my love ones would not find.  For the brokenness was before the plunge.

When my thoughts so long, I have asked, "Will this season ever change? Will you (God) not rescue me from the bitter cold of this wintery eternity? I want the crispiness of spring. The season where you make all things new. Did you forget about me?"

Here, in winter, I will begin sharing again before my season change.... ~AngelaNicole

I would call this an image of Endless Winter.