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Waiting Out Winter
On a weather-worn bench
in a neglected public park
sits a silent girl.
Arms wrapped around knees,
sweater two sizes too large,
she waits.
Her eyes reflect
a silent land.
A world of naked trees,
fallen leaves,
and snow-covered sidewalks
stretches out
before her.
Devoid of life,
borderline gray,
the sky hangs.
Consuming dreams,
devouring half-formed hopes,
the cold wind cuts.
Receding into herself,
the girl searches for
the sun’s rays.
They’re too faint.
Her world too cold.
The ice refuses to vacate
its station
in her heart.
Her soul is frostbitten.
Her fire in hibernation.
Like the seasons,
she is not extinguished,
just waiting out Winter.