Waiting For Spring
It is winter, I'm in hibernation,
Life in limbo, in total oblivion.
The cold seeps in, inhabits my body
Filling my every pore so completely.
Everything is so dreary and dark,
It makes my aloneness so stark.
I see nothing but emptiness,
It swallows me in its vastness.
I anxiously, impatiently wait for spring,
For whispers of a new beginning,
For the reassuring warmth of the sun,
For these barriers to come undone.
But in the dark recesses of my mind
I fear Spring won’t come and I won’t find,
That which my heart has dearly sought
And my waiting has all been for nought.