I Wait for Winter

 

I am watching out my window, waiting for the leaves to die. When the leaves start to fall, I feel less alone. To see the leaves fall with ease and grace makes me envious. Winter is a reflection of my state of being. I find my suffering to be the most beautiful thing about me, why you may ask? Well, because it always makes me shine. Winter is my spring; I wait patiently for Winter to come. All of the best things happen in Winter. Not just The Holidays, but for me, it is the chance to live. I can be outside; I can feel the cold air move through my bones. I am free.

 

Honestly, it is tough to feel free most of the time. My illness keeps me trapped in my skin. Winter gives me so much hope; it releases me from my entrapment.  The harshness of the summer heat makes it hard for me to breathe; I can’t even come out. Summer is everyone else’s time to shine. When I am sad, all I dream about is seeing a layer of snow cover the naked branches; that is the most beautiful scene. The stillness, the quiet, keeps me joyful.

 

Winter understands me well. We live in great harmony. Life is the most significant journey that sometimes we don’t wish to take, but every time I think of Winter I know my journey is worth every step. For the rest of my life, I will always wait for Winter.