Retrospect

Last 2 to 3 years ago, I wrote a poem entitled "Winter."

Winter


Cold chills whisk behind,
As I look upon the white barren land,
A feeling of uneasiness arises inside,
Not knowing the reason why.

Midst the trickling snow,
Billow of unsureness reeking wide,
Bemusing and pummeling inside,
My juvenile heart.

Between the coldness and the hearth
Weighing both to understand
Which is heftier than the other
A decision fraught with pain.

Praying to Father above
To warmth the coldness inside
As the flakes gradually disappear
An answer…yet to find out.