
Winter Coat
My grief is like a heavy winter coat
I wear it always
For it is all I know
Grief’s thick layers are like that of heavy snow
I have found comfort in its forceful folds
And solace in its suppressing stitches
Its darkness masks the pain of remembrance
I am free to forget
Spring begs me to shed my winter coat
Sunshine warms my back
as grass awakens beneath my feet
But my hands grip the familiar folds and strong stitches of my winter coat
Looking into the mirror,
My winter coat reflects my grief -
heavy, forceful, suppressing, dark
But I cling tighter to this twisted comfort
My winter coat allows me to feel something,
unlike grief that makes me feel numb like frostbit fingers
I wrap myself in the melancholy warmth of my winter coat
But I don’t let its heat melt my icy heart
My grief has turned me bitter like that of a wicked winter day
My natural sweetness remains frozen in the sea of my grief
Bitterness courses through me like winter winds through bare trees
But I am sheltered from sweetness in my sturdy winter coat
I am caught in an unforgiving blizzard with my grief
With no visibility, I become lost to confusion, depression, and many fears
I don’t want to live in the winter of my grief forever,
But I can’t take off my winter coat
Spring does not let grief keep its arrival
Light rain washes over me with gentleness
as hope softly surrounds me like growing grass
I want to remember Sarah, my sister who died
Grief turns to healing like a new season
I begin feeling my fingers again
as my sweetness melts back into me
I have lived in winter for so long
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Hope and healing remind me,
Nothing can take away my love for Sarah and her love for me
I can take off my winter coat now
But I can’t get toss it away
My winter coat is the fabric of my grief with its
layers of love,
folds of familiarity,
material of memory
At last, I hang my winter coat
to become dormant like the winter season
I know I’ll wear it again
But, for now, I have changed into my spring jacket


