{"id":2713,"date":"2010-12-16T15:51:28","date_gmt":"2010-12-16T23:51:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=2713"},"modified":"2010-12-16T15:51:28","modified_gmt":"2010-12-16T23:51:28","slug":"winters-embrace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2010\/winters-embrace\/","title":{"rendered":"Winter&#8217;s Embrace"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>I am tired now let me sleep<\/em><br \/>\nThe little girl says in a voice scarred<br \/>\nBy winters claws in her throat<br \/>\n<em> Not yet, not quite yet<\/em><br \/>\nOur feet drag in the snow<br \/>\nHer little hand held loosely in my own<br \/>\nIf I can not feel my own hand<br \/>\nHow am I supposed to keep track of hers<br \/>\nI feel her hands slipping frequently<br \/>\nFrom within my grasp<br \/>\nTo hang limp by her sides<br \/>\nThey drag her down<br \/>\nShe is so little<br \/>\nSo fragile I have to take care of her<br \/>\nBut even as I think this<br \/>\nI feel my eyelids dragging too<br \/>\nWe are dying<br \/>\nAnd I know this<br \/>\nI wonder if she knows too<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">We keep moving<br \/>\nOne foot in front of the other<br \/>\nTrudging through this desolations<br \/>\nTo a destination unknown<br \/>\nI have no answers for her<br \/>\nJust empty reassurance<br \/>\nThat soon the answer will come<br \/>\nWho knows maybe a flaming chariot<br \/>\nWill come from the sky<br \/>\nIn a flourish of warmth<br \/>\nThat will thaw our tired bones<br \/>\nOr not.<br \/>\nNevertheless we keep moving<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">She falls to her knees beside me<br \/>\nI barely notice in my own fogginess<br \/>\n<em> I am going to take a nap<br \/>\n<\/em> She says in a voice now more than a whisper<br \/>\nThat echoes in my ears like a scream<br \/>\n<em> No<\/em>.<br \/>\nI say forcing my way through the snow<br \/>\nTo reach down and rouse her<br \/>\nShe has curled up in the snow<br \/>\nLike a kitten next to a warm fire<br \/>\nThere seems no difference<br \/>\nShe looks so peaceful as she closes her eyes<br \/>\nI shake her, yell at her<br \/>\nTell her she can\u2019t die<br \/>\nI have to protect her<br \/>\nKeep her safe and alive<br \/>\nBut she is gone now<br \/>\nCurl up in Winter\u2019s embrace<br \/>\nLeaving me in this winter wasteland<br \/>\nAlone.<br \/>\nSo devastatingly alone<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I kneel in the snow<br \/>\nUnable to move<br \/>\nNot willing to die<br \/>\nBut not strong enough to live<br \/>\nWhere does that leave me<br \/>\nI pet her soft hair<br \/>\nAnd say goodbye<br \/>\nI have to continue on<br \/>\nAlone if must be<br \/>\nSo I left her behind<br \/>\nShe belonged to the winter<br \/>\nNot mine any more<br \/>\nI screamed in silence<br \/>\nBecause there was no one left to hear<br \/>\nThis desolation this utter fear<br \/>\nIt was the first time I had felt anything<br \/>\nSince this terrible winter of silence began<br \/>\nAnd it was the last feeling I ever had<br \/>\nAs Winter pulled me in<br \/>\nAnd left me hollow and cold inside<br \/>\nI died with her<br \/>\nLong ago in the snow<br \/>\nYet here I am still moving<br \/>\nBut who am I now?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am tired now let me sleep The little girl says in a voice scarred By winters claws in her throat Not yet, not quite yet Our feet drag in the snow Her little hand held loosely in my own If I can not feel my own hand How am I supposed to keep track 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