I create because I must.
There is something in me that urges expression.
It nags and feels impossible to express,
Through song, By design
Through prose, By lines
Intangible, ethereal, simple, vague, stupid, common
Mostly though because I cannot tell,
What is it?
This is scary enough; if I don’t know what it is, how do I know
If I could release it, should I release it?
What a dilemma; worse yet, do I suffer the world of it?
Or keep me trapped within myself with it?
The maddening scratching need to share my it
Without knowing if the world would be better for it.
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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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oh so relatable! Great Poem!