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At times, the outside world seems distant, enveloped in silence, as one contemplates the pain of longing for the unattainable and grapples with the burden of lingering memories.

The cracked, frosted glass of life reveals glimpses of something beyond; the hope of spring after the longest winter. But first, we must sit in the cold and listen to our hearts breaking softly into songs.

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When silence fell, the world grew small,
A tiny room where echoes call.
Windows whisper of skies once bright,
Now dimmed in the absence of light.

She gathers herself in a hushed embrace,
A refugee lost in time’s cold space.
Her breath clouds the glass with fleeting sighs,
A veil for the world she cannot disguise.

Fingers trace frost on forgotten panes,
Where shadows of joy leave their stains.
The sunlight bleeds through cracks so thin,
But can it warm what dwells within?

What ghosts remain when laughter ends,
And sorrow carves where silence bends?
What name does grief wear when no one speaks,
But the soul still shivers, fragile, weak?

People comment, critique, and say,
They sermonize and judge the fray.
Their words, though false, still cut like knives,
Especially from those who share our lives.

Normally, their voices fade and die,
Just shadows flitting through the sky.
But when the beloved stand and preach,
It rips the wounds you buried deep.

Perhaps the rain will someday write
New stories upon the window’s blight.
Where knees once touched the frame in pain,
New hands will reach, unbound by shame.

For now, she lingers in this cold,
Where dreams decay and time feels old.
Through tearful eyes, she sees the truth;
The ache of age, the shadow of youth.

She weeps not loud but soft and low,
For all she’s held, and let go.
For love unspoken, for words unsaid,
For living moments mourned as dead.

Yet beyond the muted frost,
Where every hope feels bruised and lost,
A day will come, though slow to rise,
To lift her face and warm her eyes.

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This poem explores grief and stillness; the quiet sadness of looking inward, where past sorrows mix with fading memories. While we feel the burden of others’ thoughtless words, it is the words of our loved ones that hurt the most, reopening carefully hidden wounds, showing that love can heal but also wound deeply.

Even in this stillness, where silence exists and the heart feels unspoken pain, there is hope: Winter doesn’t last forever, and each day brings promises of renewal. Through the frosted glass of time, light will return, brightening the darkest parts of our hearts and encouraging us to rise and welcome the warmth of spring.

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