Forgotten memories reappear
The sound of first frost
By Nat Grace BonnerPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
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Forgotten memories re-appear
cold crisp air
nips the skin of my nose
hiding in my warm bed
as my mood dips
avoiding my emotions
my skin
from being exposed
the tightness
I carry in my body
my finger tips
crinkled and numb
a small reminder
that our warmth
crackles from the inside
you can’t skip a beat
without one
the fresh minty scent
tears through my room
whispering in me
that life’s to be enjoyed
Not another minute
spent in this dark mourning
Snapping life back into me
as I step out of this icy void
About the Creator
Nat Grace Bonner
One day out of nowhere, I started to cry whilst writing poetry. Real, raw & relatable.
Healing poetry 💌
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