This poem was inspired by my therapist’s analogy that my life is currently in winter season, and that my task for the week is to “do nothing”. When life is winter, We hold on to fallen leaves. Reminiscing the Autumn, Before white took our trees. We wait and wait, Like an eager child waiting for Santa Clause, Waiting for the white to thaw, Waiting for a sprout to sprawl. We can’t bear the cold of winter, We hammer along, Chopping down any tree we saw! For we can’t bear the cold of winter, We run around in circles, Filling up our minds with thoughts, Filling up our wounds with chores. If only we recognize the winter season, If only we know winter shall thaw, We can perhaps embrace the chilly s
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