Annie's Poetry

Another winter comes
and the stream of memories
continues to empty
into the sea of lost dreams
no one ever told me
how long winter is
when it starts inside of you
how the darkness
that filters through grief
will linger quietly
in your cold broken heart
and that warmth
will not return of its own accord
it waits patiently
for you to be still enough, to feel it
at my lowest point
apricity found me
it gently touched my shoulder
as if it knew how long I had lingered
in my self-imposed winter
I felt it, not just on my skin
but in that deeper place
a gentle warmth, where loneliness
is just the last note of a lullaby
after the song is done
and in the moment, I realised
that the light still loves me
and grief is just a threshold to healing
and even in your absence
you are all I have ever known
and all I will ever need
© Ann Bagnall