The frost has settled deep within the bone,
Where once a burning passion dared to dwell.
I walk these silent corridors alone,
And bid the ghost of Yesterday farewell.
Tis true that grief must carve the hollow chest,
Before the light can fill the void inside.
The storm was but a cruel and fateful test,
To sweep away the wreckage of our pride.
Yet see how Winter yields its icy crown,
As verdant shoots emerge from frozen clay.
So too, the burden that had weighed me down,
Dissolves beneath the golden warmth of day.
No longer bound by chains of fond regret,
I turn my gaze to skies of boundless blue.
The sun arises where the pale moon set,
And in this morning light, I start anew.
In the grand design of our emotional lives, heartbreak acts as the harsh winter that clears the ground for new growth. This verse serves as a gentle reminder that while the night may be long and cold, the dawn is inevitable. Healing is not a race, but a slow, beautiful thawing of the spirit.
