I know….. at the height
of the storm
hope
the possibility
it offers
seems bleak
that light of promise
feels distant
and hardly obtainable
our mindset
becomes
emotionally
snowbound
trapped in a blizzard
of discontent
where each and every
snowflake of sorrow
adds to our burden
our spirit
under goes
this accumulative
sensation of
slowly drifting away
to a reality
with a more fridged
disposition
an isolated
tundra of melancholy
apathetic and listless
until the intensity
of the storm breaks
slowly
melting away
our icy blues
from the darkness
of winter’s
persistent throes
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~