Blanket of winter
Crunches beneath my feet
The calm stillness
A day not yet made
Stop being Atlas
The world doesn’t need you
This moment
This time
This peace of a winter’s mourning
Undisturbed
Let out your pain
An exhale of crystalized breath
It hangs for an instant
Then retreats
Life returns
The crunch of snow
Drowned by sound
Peace broken with worries
You can no longer hold
Onto like flakes melting
In the palm of your hand
You hold the truth
Let it go
Find your peace
In the chaos
Fall into snowdrifts
Listen until there is nothing to hear
Fall into tranquility
The world doesn’t need you
Stop being Atlas
The day is done
The calm stillness
Crunches beneath our feet
This blanket of winter
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That Writer Chick
That Writer Chick is an author, essayist, and mother living in Colorado. T.W.C. holds a Master's in Professional Writing and is a Yale University Writer's Workshop Alum. If you love reading her words consider subscribing and leaving a tip.
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Nice poem! ‘A day not yet made’ is a great line