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by Richard Vince

On days like this, I remember
The feeling of frozen feet,
Of floating six inches above the ground
As I tried to walk on nothing.

The cold was an open door
Through which I could not pass;
The path I needed to take
But could never gain; the world
On the other side of promises
Made under duress.

I was such a perfect filler
For the gap in her life that
I could not extract myself.

Even when the Sun was at its
Brightest, the sky was cold,
Beautiful but unpalatable,
Impenetrable, like a glacier that
Moves imperceptibly slowly.

I saw out the last of the light
Before enduring darkness,
Feet frozen to the ground.
It was not until I came to leave
That I realised I could not move.

There was warmth to revive me;
There were lights to guide me;
There are hearts to accept me,
To hold me without holding me down.

All feeling has returned and I am
No longer separated from the world
By the dormant parts of myself.
At last I am free to be whole.

12/08/2017

Posted on 01/02/2018
Copyright © 2018 Richard Vince

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