Al`eh's Writings

Welcome Autume (Mix Track)

2021-07-24T19:05:00.002-07:00

Aleh's Tracks · Welcome Autumn Poem Mix Track

Little knows

2021-05-01T15:04:00.002-07:00

Little does she know,

That you don't need her.

Little does she know,

That she's even wanted.

Ten times the words spoken.

Yet not one is heard.

When you happen to tell her.

That she is loved.

Little do you know,

That you're her world.

Little do you know,

That you're all she needs.

Yet there's a price to pay.

For the hurt you've caused.

Penance shall be done.

For the love you've not given.

Little do they know,

Why she's not the same.

Little do they know,

The girl she used to be.

Will it ever be enough,

To drown out the loss.

The loss of your love.

When she needed you the most.

Throwing Off the Old Mask

2021-01-24T17:31:00.002-08:00

Ones perception of you.

How you should look.

The way you should dress.

Fitting you into a mold.

This mold that's far too small.

A mold casting for a few.

Does it make me lacking?

Not being able to fit.

The amount of beauty found.

Seen through tinted glass.

A glass now made hazy.

With judgement and contempt.

I won't wear makeup for you.

I'll not wear a mask.

To make you see someone else.

Whose beauty you're seeking.

This is my beauty.

It's bursting at the seams.

It's there for all to see.

If only you'd know me.

I see beauty every day.

It's made in his image.

Made by his hands.

From dust we shall return.

No makeup can compare.

To make up for what he's molded.

I came from my own mold.

It's why I don't fit into yours.

I don't need to be more.

Than I was already made to be.

I don't need to hide.

The person you should see.

Imperfection is beautiful too.

Blemished are we all.

Refusing to be whited sepulcher's.

Instead beautifying the inside.

Take off the mask.

Remove the paint.

That we hide ourselves with.

Find peace in the image he made you.

Lost in Thought (Mix Track)

2021-01-21T19:01:00.004-08:00

Aleh's Tracks · Lost In Thought Poem Mix Track

Your Loss is Felt

2021-01-01T09:22:00.003-08:00

Picking up the phone.

Becomes a nightly routine.

Burning the midnight oil.

To keep your loved one awake.

The fear of knowing at some point.

The call won't be taken.

Then until the time.

That your fear has become reality.

Sirens and rushing for the door.

Making it all slightly too late.

How long is the question?

No one can answer.

Prayers and tears comes pouring.

Family our only solace.

Grief tears the heart.

Of those who are left behind.

To be able to say goodbye.

One last time before you go.

To embrace our loved ones.

Before they walk to the other side.

We know there is no more pain.

Suffering in this life is past.

Yet it doesn't help this broken heart.

To better handle the grief.

Grasping onto what they have left.

Trinkets and old shirts.

Becoming treasures in our life.

Wiping tears on the edge of their sleeve.

The memories are all that's left.

Family and friends to confide.

Reliving the good ol' times.

When we had those family vacations.

Our love will never fade.

Our tears becoming intermittent.

The hole we feel from your loss.

Means our love for you was greater.

Imgination Grown Wild

2020-08-25T11:22:00.001-07:00

Open up your eyes.

Greet the coming sunlight.

Wipe the last of sleep.

From your blurry eyes.

Bolt upright.

For this is the day.

As you scramble out of bed.

Rummaging through clothes.

Dress as quickly as possible.

Grabbing some toast.

As you make your way outside.

Door slamming behind.

Running past mailboxes.

A flash of something seen.

Before you meet your friends.

At the edge of agreed place.

Laughing as you make way.

Towards adventures awaiting.

Mountains to be climbed.

Dragons to be slayed.

Imagination has opened.

A never ending stream.

Quests to be completed.

With your fellow comrades.

What will it be today?

No one has yet chosen.

As hollering and laughter.

Leaks through the trail left behind.

If souls could be seen.

They would be a burst.

Bright light seeking heaven.

As it explodes into the world.

Where shall we go?

There is no telling.

Jumping ship to find.

The next exciting adventure.

Words Spoken

2020-08-11T19:56:00.001-07:00

Words.
They're only words.
Why won't they come out?
Instead, they're stuck inside.

I've chocked back so many.
They won't let me speak.
I can't speak about my emotions.
They're permanently silenced.

I'm suffocating every day.
I can talk about you.
I can talk for you.
Yet I can't speak for myself.

You hear me speak.
Enough to know I'm well.
Well enough to live.
Living isn't just breathing.

Living is communicating.
Why can I not convey this?
Yet you continue to talk.
I continue to listen.

I stifle my pain.
I choke back my turmoil.
Not being heard.
Is slowly killing me inside.

I started this long ago.
Shoving my feelings aside.
Keeping them locked away.
Not letting anyone see me.

Will I continue to be smothered?
I don't know if you hear me.
Can you see I'm in pain?
As I sit hear and listen.

As I await

2020-07-15T10:50:00.001-07:00

A single phrase from you.
Kept me sitting on the ledge.
Waiting for you to get back.
So that I can again resume.

Breath has paused in my lungs.
Abated breath waiting inside.
Frozen in time until when.
When? Time can only tell.

Life moves unhurriedly by.
I watch as it all passes.
I can't help but wonder.
How much we'll do together.

When you finally reappear.
I can hardly wait.
No one will have anything on us.
As we storm the world.

One click of the clock.
Turns into a million.
I shift between counting.
Then drift off into space.

Will you pat me on the head?
Since I waited so patiently?
I smile at the meandering thought.
Frozen to the same exact spot.

So many others stop to stare.
Bewildered at this frozen statue.
I want to say, "I'm fine."
No words can be heard.

Am I fine here?
Doubt slowly trickles in.
Where did this thought come from?
I didn't willing abide its access.

Where did you go?
I no longer remember.
Whether you told me where.
Or if you would return.

Panic begins to set in.
Do I remember the events correctly?
Did you specifically say it?
I must have misunderstood.

Tears start to form.
Still unable to move.
I no longer know why,
But I continue to wait.

Adventure of a Lifetime

2020-05-18T11:54:00.003-07:00

I jump out on a limb.
Take the final leap.
A dive into the unknown.
Just to let you in.

Focus on the temporary.
That is this life.
Taking in one breathe.
To release the next.

Where are all my fears?
They've flown away.
I told them to get lost.
They fled far from me.

I take the first steps.
The adventure of a lifetime.
I'll make my way through.
A world too large.

Take my hand as we begin.
The unforeseen is ahead.
The exhilaration has pushed.
Past any doubts that I had.

Will we walk?
Will we fly?
Will we climb?
Or will we swim?

I'm packed and ready.
For whatever is brought.
Our way may be unpaved.
We'll make it a new road.

Get lost with me.
Let's find the unsought.
Dig for the forgotten.
Seek out what's true.

Join me along the way.
We'll find each other.
As we start anew.
Life is waiting for us.

Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©

Take Flight

2019-11-20T11:48:00.001-08:00

Remind me of the path.
The one less traveled.
Lead me on a merry way.
Take me upon an endless flight.

There is this way and that.
Pay no mind to which.
Toss a coin; leave it to chance.
Our destination is still unforeseen.

Nothing to constrain us.
No worries to bother us.
No worldly care to weigh us down.
Only freedom to be discovered.

Such weightlessness is freeing.
Where this journey goes, none know.
No decisions are predicted.
We'll never be sought nor found.

Watch as my wings spread.
Prepared for flight am I.
The endless migration to come.
Where my feet may land; who knows.

Finding salvation through liberty.
One can finally take a breath.
No walls to cage this bird.
Who's colors have yet to be seen.

When will this journey end?
The question has not been posed.
Yet when it is.
It shall not be answered.

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

My Peaceful Snow Globe

2019-11-09T15:11:00.002-08:00

The flakes dance on their journey.

Floating to earth in cascades.
Settling neatly upon each other.
Forming intrinsic, tidy layers.

The ambience is peaceful.
Quietly birds sing their tune.
Seeking out their daily meal.
A world encompassed in white.

Branches creak quietly.
As the wind softly breezes through.
Gently hushing the birds.
Who take flight again.

A doe stops in her tracks.
Her fawn staying close for warmth.
The soft crunching of snow.
As they seek fodder.

This winter wonderland,
Brings a quiet peace.
Shrouding the landscape.
Covering it in a cold blanket.

The sun reflects off the specks.
The snow glitters and shifts.
Resembling a million diamonds.
Priceless is this scenic view.

Trap me in this snow globe.
I never want to leave.
Let me have peace forever.
Found only in such; Winter.

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

Welcome Autumn

2019-09-27T14:15:00.000-07:00

I see it gleam on the tips of the grass.
The dew is alight with rays shining through.
Glinting and glowing like fireflies at dawn.
Setting a picturesque scene at first light.

The brisk air settles in my lungs.
Taking a deep breath of autumn.
The smell of crispness settles all around me.
Bringing to life my senses, filling every pore.

The trees have changed their colors for me.
Shifting in hues of auburn, crimson and gold.
Their autumn garments swaying in the soft breeze.
Gently waving as if to say, "Good 'Morning".

The larks sing their morning tune.
Waking with the sun to flutter about.
Swaying through the air whistling.
Dancing to the tune of autumn.

The smell of coffee greets me.
Nestled in a blanket sipping slowly.
Taking in the scenery all around.
Soaking in the sunlight filtered through leaves.

No one is there to break the trance.
No voices to disillusion the moment.
Only stillness in the dawn of a day.
Only peace in this perfect juncture.

I have found bliss in such heaven.
There is no comparison to it.
Nothing can touch my favorite time.
The time many call "Autumn".

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

One Day at a Time

2019-08-31T20:03:00.002-07:00

I woke up again today.

Found out I was still here.
Light filtered through the window.
Letting me feel it's warmth.

I breathed again today.
Unsure what it meant to me.
I felt the weight press.
Slide into place on my shoulders.

I made it through another night.
Not knowing why.
Why I'm here to face it all.
Facing it alone yet again.

I made it through another day.
Putting one foot out.
To be followed by the other.
Traveling this worn path.

I was invisible again today.
Not a single soul noticed.
The broken shards inside.
Lost in a drawn out trance.

I got lost again today.
Lost in my own mind.
Memories playing like re-runs.
Flooding memories down my cheeks.

I survived another day.
My head finding the pillow.
No comfort to be found.
Sleep only found through tears.

I slept again today.
Wondering when it stops.
Does it ever stop?
As the black takes over.

I woke up again today.
Found out I was still here.
Shadows dancing on the floor.
Lending way for dreariness.

Will I make it through today?
Unsure how much more.
How much can one take.
Before sanity is lost.

I made up my mind today.
To make a change.
I will find the will.
To be all they would want.

I smiled today.
As my neighbor drove by.
They barely noticed.
But I felt it alight.

I said, "Hi" today.
As a stranger passed.
They smiled back at me.
I was invisible no more.

I felt my grief lessen today.
As I made the choice.
To not live in memories.
But to make my own.

I moved on today.
Mending this broken heart.
It will take time, but;
I lived again today.
I'll do so again tomorrow.

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

Tale of a Lighthouse

2019-07-29T09:22:00.001-07:00

You alight the way in darkness.
Piercing the night with light.
Reaching across the miles.
Seeking those who are lost.

Contending with the light above.
Where they twinkle in the sky.
You find a way to shroud them.
As you wink repeatedly.

Waves crash upon your feet.
Without so much as moving you.
You are firm in your regard.
You will outlast the storms.

You've seen the dawn of many.
Sunrises as they alight the day.
You've seen the dusk of many.
Sunsets that bring about the night.

Having witnessed the calm serenity.
Of mirrored sleek waters.
As boats slice through such.
Divinity and tranquility.

You've observed tempest in her rage.
Have heard the cracks of her laughter.
As she shouts upon the deep.
Stirring up and sending it crashing.

All who see you are not lost.
Yet not all find their way.
When fighting against tempest.
Meeting their watery grave to depths.

Sorrow and joy are your companions.
They hold hands in turmoil.
Holding their peace in grief.
Lighting with every relief.

Having beheld so much.
Over the many years you've been.
What stories you would share.
If you but had a voice.

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

Time in a Capsule

2019-06-08T07:58:00.000-07:00

Silence escapes the peaceful corridor.
Slipping through the crevices.
Sliding along the passageways.
Slithering down the halls and stairs.

Languid music alights the rooms.
Leaking from the ballroom.
Leading a dance of luminescence.
Longing to break free of tenebrosity.

Pure is the laughter resounding.
Pooling together with the sweet refrain.
Placid in it's reverb as it disperses.
Poignant in it's effect throughout.

Offering a taste of eternity.
Omnipotent in the reverence of life.
Obliging are the ones surrounding.
Outstretched are the hands awaiting.

Count down the hours till anon.
Capture the moments as they arise.
Collecting them like a treasure.
Cherish these fleeting seasons.

Amassed is the wealth of a few.
Ambition not being the source.
Altruism filling the hearts of all.
Amiable are the intentions.

Tethered to the present tide.
Tantamount is one to another.
Thriving is the palace within.
Trusting it all to be inevitable.

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

The Minds' Home

2019-04-17T19:50:00.001-07:00

If I'm fast sleeping at this time.

Don't wake me from such slumber.

Let me be awake somewhere.

Where beauty cannot be marred.

See me lost in the unknown.

Simply let me be there.

Let me dance freely.
A waft upon the wind.

Watch as I slip away.
Loosely guarded about.
Taken with the gust.
As it breezes swiftly by.

No words can break such.
Trance as I'm bound by.
The gentle wafts.
Of serenity surrounding me.

No touch can wake.
This body that soundly slumbers.
For the mind is lost.
In a dream of my own.

It draws me in as if.
Some tide draws up to only.
Sink back upon the sand.
Loosening the pebbles around.

The wave of peace.
Settles upon my feet.
I feel as it flows over.
Content as it spreads through.

What is this world I've found?
It's mine; mine alone.
It's a part of me, somewhere deep.
Unnoticed by those who know.

They know but a fragment.
Small portion of the mind.
A mind that wants to stay still.
Still in this other world.

Find peace of mind.
Find serenity in this dream.
I'm content to stay here.
Lost forever in my minds' home.

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

Burning Embers

2019-02-05T09:46:00.004-08:00

Light the match.

Let it all burn.
Watch as the embers.
Alight the darkness.

Keep me company awhile.
Let's sit here in silence.
Gazing into the dark.
As orange sparks flick by.

Stay with me but a few.
Heartbeats as we listen.
To the crackling memories smolder.
Erasing all that was.

Watch as the stars fade.
Behind a cloud of smoke.
Trailing a way above us.
Leading stairs straight to heaven.

Feel the breeze waft in.
As it gently caresses our skin.
Cold lingers on the surface.
Sending a shiver through.

Hear the night creatures roam.
Stalking around the edges.
Glowing eyes to match.
The embers as they glint.

I can feel your presence.
Keeping me safe from.
All the wiles that surround.
My body and mind.

Loneliness wants to creep in.
Be my friend for a while.
How easy it would be.
Let down the wall; holding all at bay.

The cinders have become ash.
The past is now gone.
I turn away from what was.
Letting a tear slip down.

Hold me close as I release.
The dam holding back all that was.
I'll make it through this yet.
I will be fine; when tomorrow comes.

Copyright 2019 Lauren Hall ©

Truth in Fear

2018-12-09T10:52:00.000-08:00

The glaring red signal beams.
It stares at me and waits.
Knowing I'll eventually cave.
Cave into the demand it makes.

Determined to ignore the call.
Focusing my attention on anything.
Something other than the sound.
Of all that tells me to look.

See the chaos that wants to unfold.
Watch the wall come crashing down.
Feel the weight of the wave.
That wants to drown me whole.

Running seemed a good choice.
Heart pounding in my ears.
I don't dare look back on.
The presence so close behind.

I feel the hot breath on my neck.
The towering image of it's shadow.
Feel it reaching out to grab a hold.
Tears prick at the corners.

How long can I continue to run?
The question comes unannounced.
Is it worth running forever?
Questions I don't want to answer.

Is my willpower strong enough?
To outlast my endurance.
Will my stamina keep up with.
The need to avoid the inevitable.

My strength begins to wane.
My steps start to slow.
My heart pounds even faster.
I'm close to hyperventilation.

The shaking has slowly begun.
Hands; first to show their weakness.
Knees; following suit in fear.
The body has betrayed me now.

I close my eyes seeking strength.
The power to will my body to turn.
To face the presence waiting behind.
It looms over me as if mocking.

Taking a very long, deep breath.
Swallowing down the bile rising.
Willing the racking chills to stop.
My body has chosen to listen.

I start by standing up straight.
Squaring my shoulders proud.
Preparing for what's to come.
I turn to face my fears.

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

Tale of the Heart

2018-11-08T17:18:00.002-08:00

When the world is full of life.
Feeling all the wonders there are.
Everything was pure and without strife.
Nothing could possibly become grey.

Making it by very much unscathed.
This heart beating inside.
It's been safeguarded by many.
Many walls hold all well away.

Floating around in this bubble.
Cocooned from the terrors beyond.
Beyond the walls that are there.
Nothing can break through the barrier.

Until one day - something does.
It rang through and true.
A beating heart to match it's own.
The unmistakable sound of brilliance.

Light made all the whiter.
Life made all the richer.
Love no longer confined behind.
Behind these walls heavily guarded.

Laughter filled the air around.
Happiness began to surround.
The hidden looks filled with nervousness.
This seemed like something much more.

More than the fairy-tales read.
More than imaginings inside ones head.
Much more than all that had been said.
One could not deny the truth.

Until the truth became uncovered.
Horror filled the heart that was bright.
The pangs of disbelief grew stronger.
Wracking this body raw.

This was more than sadness.
The weight of all that had been.
Hung heavy upon the shoulders.
Now sagged from caring so much.

Loneliness creeps in like a thief.
Stalking around with it's empty hands.
Feeding on the self-doubt and fear.
Haunted eyes stare ahead blankly.

The heaviness of the events gone by.
Lie broken and cold underneath.
As this body lays frozen inside.
Inside for not a soul to see.

The walls are slowly rebuilt with time.
For time moves on by despite it all.
Taking no notice to the pain.
Of those living on borrowed time.

All previous barriers have been fortified.
Made all the stronger than before.
Surely none can scale beyond these walls.
Of a heart that's long been broken.

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

A New Day

2018-10-20T10:08:00.002-07:00

Floating on the edge of consciousness.
Light filtered through lashes.
Unable to fully open.
To the buzzing of life that surrounds.

Luminescence fills every corner.
Telling of a new cycle of life.
All tears from what was before.
Have been left behind once more.

The serenity that fills the room.
Is a reflection of what's inside.
It's never been felt until now.
A time to reminisce is past.

The cares of what has been.
No longer hold any weight.
Here where life is renewed.
The present is the perfect gift.

Beauty is found in simplicity.
Stunning in it's intricacy.
It winds it's way through and through.
Until it's found it's place to stay.

Assurance of what could be.
Undertaking what will come.
Time is but a fickle friend.
Merely waiting for your determination.

Finding the strength from failure.
Takes on a larger task.
Making way for the strong-willed.
In this life ever changing.

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

The Cure

2018-07-15T13:43:00.001-07:00

(So I found this poem among my drafts, didn't realize I had finished it and didn't publish it.)

Bound to silence with such.
Fighting all that's inside.
Struggling to find willpower.
To keep all well hidden.

If one should know.
Would surely be troublesome.
For not but one,
But many.

We lie in wait.
For what we do not know.
We laugh and cry.
For what they cannot show.

Trapped are we in this.
Drawn out in such state.
Fearing the possibility.
Of the coming of hate.

Surely the world will find.
A cure is sure to come.
To fight off this infection.
Rooted deep inside.

None can loose the deep.
The waters so encased.
Locked so deep inside.
I have never faced.

Found have they a cure.
For this rooted mess.
They tell me this.
There is but one test.

Struggling to the surface.
Fearing the sound of failure.
Fighting even stronger.
To win this cure.

Fight for life.
Fight for love.
Fight to win.
Fight for freedom.

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

A letter to Mother

2018-05-13T19:10:00.000-07:00

There's a moment in time where I stop.
Stop to think about the amazing things.
Those things that you did for me.
To make me into the person I am today.

There's isn't enough "I love you's".
Not enough to fully express myself.
To thank you for being there for me,
But here's another one just in case.

I love you for being my confidant.
I love you for listening when I needed it.
I love you for the silence when I need it.
I will always love you to the moon and back.

I know I don't always say it out loud.
I hope I at least express it through action.
There isn't a mother more deserving of that love.
Perhaps I'm just a little biased, because you're mine.

You're the mother who gave me knowledge.
You're the mother who gave me the drive to succeed.
You're the mother that helped me through everything.
Thank you for being my mother.

If there was a medal for mother of the century.
I would give that award to you.
Again I know I'm being slightly biased,
But anyone who says different, Well...

Thank you for being my support.
Thank you for being patient,
At least most of the time.
And thank you for laughing at that.

I may not always buy you flowers,
Because you feel they're a waste.
I hope you know I think about getting you them.
At least the thought counts for something.

This poem could go on and on.
About what an awesome mother you are.
Let me end it here and merely say.
I love you forever and always.

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

The Traveling Soul

2018-02-21T12:10:00.001-08:00

A soul travels along an unknown path.
There are no markings to give notice.
Where this path might take them.
It's unknown to those who've been before.

Fog blurs the vision of what's ahead.
Giving only sight to right in front.
Don't extend your hand to see.
You might lose sight completely.

Walking at a tempered pace.
One would assume there's naught.
No rush to quicken the steps.
Taking them down this unseen path.

How long; they murmur to none.
Because not one can hear.
None can hear, because none are there.
There; where path leads to nowhere.

"Why do you travel, Traveler?
Is there meaning to your journey?"
The pebbles seem to say; in unison.
Yet the soul stays silent in turn.

"What is the purpose to your steps?
Why do you press on forever?"
The fog whispers quietly.
Yet the soul does not reply.

There seems no purpose to this quest.
The query has gone unanswered.
The steps seems aimless in their gait.
There seems no end in sight.

The path becomes more narrow.
As time stretches on: it seems,
As if by some mad design,
There's a test near to come.

"If you could but see ahead,
I'm sure you would be more wise."
Murmured the grass in hush.
"NO!", shouted the wandering soul.

Steps halted upon loosed pebbles.
Breath puffing out amidst heavy fog.
Grass silently swishing to and fro.
"I must not see." spoke the soul, hastily.

"I must not see further up the path.
I can only see what's in front of me.
Only harm will come from seeing,
Knowing what's further beyond."

The soul puts feet in motion again.
Taking to the silence now felt.
No whispers can be heard.
Though silenced, they will test again.

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

The Female Mind

2018-01-15T12:15:00.002-08:00

To understand the female brain.
I've heard this said by many.
I find it rather humorous.
That one would want to dive beyond.

Beyond the intensity that is our mind.
Beyond the thoughts that make us, us.
Beyond what makes us who we are.
What's most hilarious, is this.

The thought that the female mind.
Is some complex math problem.
Needing a PhD to understand.
What any woman could translate.

Yes, I find this all a bit funny.
That one could assume this much.
That by knowing the female mind.
You have unlocked some great mystery.

I'm sorry to state the obvious.
Though I'm sure any woman could tell you.
The female mind is just this.
Nothing special or hard to understand.

Simply solving the problem that is our brain.
Will not help in understanding.
Every female is not the same.
We are not some cookie cutter form.

I cannot solve this great mystery for you.
Simply because, I am not every woman.
I am only me.
And she is only she.

Though we may seem emotional creatures.
We are stronger than some men.
In that we can endure extreme pain.
But love all the same.

Though we may break under pressure.
Like diamonds, we come back harder.
Through pain, hurt and despair we cry.
Our tears will eventually wash away.

Faced with fear, we tremble underneath.
What you see, is a stoic, brave mask.
Not letting those close know.
But forward we march instead.

We smile sometimes when we don't want to.
We laugh although we may hurt.
We move on, when we'd rather stay,
Curl up and cry for a long while.

I cannot speak for every lady.
Because I am only me.
Though similar we may all be.
A woman is more than her looks.

Scoffed by some for simply being.
What some would call "A Typical".
I will tell you this.
You should not judge, before you know.

We are the product of our experiences.
Much the same as you.
Just because I have a female mind.
Doesn't impair my general understanding.

I hope in this you've come away.
With something more than,
Understanding than before.
Even though I cannot speak for most.

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

To Brave the Cold

2017-12-28T09:03:00.001-08:00

Looking out a window at the snow covered ground,
I ponder if it's worth stepping outside today.
How I'd rather grab some coffee and a book,
Snuggle up next to the warm stove.

Responsibility overrules the stalling,
My feet comfortably toasty in slippers.
"Alright" I grumble to myself,
As I sigh dramatically to no one in particular.

I first grab the necessary layers needed,
Five layers to be exact, to risk the cold.
I stand there staring at the extra clothes,
"Why am I doing this?" I think, yet again.

"Right, responsibility" I mumble in halfheartedness.
I quickly put on the first layer, as teeth chatter.
The second layer seems a bit easier,
The third layer is a bit more stiff.

By the time I get the fourth layer on,
I start to understand the Tin Man a bit.
The inability to move my extremities,
I start to question the need for a fifth layer.

Never the less! I surely will need it,
Putting on five layers, the struggle is real.
I am now sweating and questioning my sanity,
Feeling the need to abandon ship, like; NOW!

Oh no, I forgot the hat, and the gloves,
How am I going to get those on now?
Using yoga poses not yet done before,
As well as teeth and more grumbling.

I now look as if I'm ready for battle,
I dare say I could even stop a bullet.
Walking as though my joints have rusted,
I finally brave the outdoors.

My face feels the immediate burn,
Cold; how cruel you are.
Only fire should feel like burning,
Yet you bite and burn just the same.

As quickly as my body is able,
I do what needs done and tending.
Waddling like a penguin as I think,
"How much longer till spring?"

I make my way back inside to warmth,
Shedding each layer after layer.
They make a nice pile on the floor,
As I sip my coffee and read, ignoring the mess.

Cold; you are better seen than felt.
More beautiful outside, seen through glass.
You are a funny thing indeed,
I think my infatuation of you has finally faded.

Copyright 2017 Lauren Hall ©