I was asking him where he was about my
I hugged my wound and fell asleep on it
I thought I was a lover and that I was a friend I found cursed you did my past
I am a twig withered over the years
I am full of fear and nostalgia
I am desperate in this world over theI am good with the cruel and God h I am half naughty and half sad
I am the one who died for me, I was happy for years
And she asks who am II honor myself and must be absentThis is me, in short, living alone
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Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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This comes from such a deep place. Out of so many poems, the first line drew me in. Kept me reading even things I didn't understand...but want to. Urges within me to take the title and paint it a kaleidoscope masterpiece so the world can really see what gift is truly here.