Snow Angel

The burden of the season

Sydney J. Shipp
Loose Words

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by Julia Kadel on Unsplash

I used to take pictures of shadows on the wall
cast by clear glass jars filled with wilting flowers —
picked weeks before on a day that I tried
after a warm stretch reached through the shiver of winter —
as the first signs of the sun soaked in through
the windows looking out onto the faded
brown nowhere, the color of late February
when everything’s given up and dried out, is
cracking and choking, when we’re desperate for anything
to smooth over the splinters that form where we break

I wanted to soothe myself by capturing something
like the freedom I’d lost, all golden and light and fleeting
I’d been crying over the night before when
I’d let another day pass and not be the day
that I saved myself, and here it was again,
morning, and I was so thirsty, brittle,
basically bones, but so saturated with grief
that I sank back into the mattress, pulling the covers
over my head like the gravity of the life I was under,
pretending it was a sheet of glittering snow I could
burrow underneath like a fox or rabbit whose soft fur turned
white in winter, the prospect of staying in bed another day
as artificial and comforting as the imitation…

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Sydney J. Shipp
Loose Words

Published poet. Expressing in words, the universal feelings inspired by my experience of life. Instagram: SydneyJShipp, Twitter: @SydneyJShipp