I wrote this short piece on Leap Year day, February 29/16. It came to me as quickly as did the raindrops falling on the roof of my car as I sat in a parking lot. I quickly grabbed a paper napkin and pen and jotted down what came to mind. Sombre and poignant…I wonder where some of these thoughts come from?
Not yet ready to escape.
Longing for release but holding steadfast.
Yearning for the warmth that will
unlock and liberate from bondage
their frozen imprisonment.
Ice. Tears. Imprisoned.
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