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The Final Winter

Author Jaya Pillai

I feel strange –

Like a star that exploded eons ago,

Scattering golden dust

Which soon swirled away into infinity,

Leaving a cold trail.

It’s winter – and the coat I wear barely keeps me warm.

The fire beyond my walls

Is burning bright

And they sit huddled around it,

Their pale faces glowing.

Not mine – I don’t belong to that part of the world.

I am not one of them.

My veins strain against

My pale, translucent skin

And my gnarled fingers

Clutch my walking stick.

The chill has settled around me

Like a grey cat that has found a shady spot.

It’s the final winter

And I am freezing.

And yet

I feel a warmth slowly

Seeping into my heart.

Perhaps the time has come

For a new spring.

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Photo By: Sapan Patel