The Cold That Lingers

Winter, a season for the cold.

To many it visits yearly then routinely vanishes to the shadows with out a hint of hesitation. There remains the empty barren lands where it had trod, on trails once bountiful filled with plenty and lush breath. The time of bitterness and swirling winds, which rattle everything from window pane to quivering spine and the thunders of shook foil of informal settlements. Icy claws carve deep and the frost breathe preserves wounds.

Before long the spring wakes, and from slumber brings the freshness that befalls the land. The icy memories of the days of grey, soon melt and wither, to evoke new life, vivid imagery, surreal scenery and joyous melodies in softest keys. The spring hand touches, gentle, softly, just right. Always leaving a dose of bliss and and feelings only read of in the highest of fairy-tales and odes. fantasy and enchantment once told, now closer to reality's door.

Why then does this cold linger?

The bitter words and sharp icy claws lash and preserving fresh wounds deep. The carcass filled life but empty with in, with mind that ponders for days on end whether, this is in deed  meant to be. Is joy, glee and jubilation just momentary mirage, but still then always marshaled by the sharp, cold, bitter winter claws. The cold that surrounds leave even Santa Clause, of the North-Pole, shocked. Those once named allies turn bitter and become the underlying cause for this pain, as  phrase after phrase they chop what little is left and feed it to hell-hounds, deep in their dark hearts. Loner results and sluggish walks your steps day bay day. Often accompanied with positive inputs briefly and light of hope never burns long enough to raise heavy head for eyes to see. 

The winter is real, and could be continuous rather than routinely. The greatest test in life is to stay true. The more we endure, the better prepared we are for a brighter future. Sometimes the obstacle ahead is also our salvation. Remember that the challenge may be in the door of success itself. The important thing is to keep at it and one day it will open. Perseverance is key to peace.