This is a poem I wrote back in October of 2022. I don't know about you but I have the seasonal depression and triggers that hit right around that time of year. I grew up working a dairy farm and I still feel the sense that impending doom is coming. Perhaps it's my body remembering the impending doom. Either way, if you relate or have similar experiences just know that you are not alone. I was able to cry it out and write this poem and move past the feeling of horror that seemed to be haunting my soul that morning. I hope this finds you well and that you have support around you.
Much Love Fam,
Amanda Lynn
Frozen In The Glass
I’ve been trapped a long long time
The ice stairs back at me
It’s like I’m frozen in some glass
That no one else can see
The winters that we lived back then
Were cruel and unforgiving
The life I lived, the smell of death
Made life feel not worth living
The chimes ring out like dancing ice
That tumble through the spruce
I feel connected to her gaze
My fingers skim her grooves
A cold and dreary winter
All that’s heard is wind a howling
But through the glistening of the snow
There’s evil and it’s scowling
No one knows you’re here
You'll never get away
A smile a smirk
A twitch and jerk
It laughs and lopes away
I’m left to fall upon my knees
The snow packs and it crunches
I bow to pray to no abet
My aching back it hunches
There’s beauty all around I see
It’s glistening in the snow
I feel a wisp so cold and crisp
It sinks me down so low
Perhaps one day I’ll find a way
To see the beauty in the cold
But not just yet
My winters debt
Is owed an evil toll
How long must I feel so trapped?
The evil smirks with glee
I pray devotion, cut it fast
So one day I’ll be free
I’ve been trapped a long long time
The ice stairs back at me
For now I’m frozen in the glass
That no one else can see