Cold

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I made this poem a few days after my friend, Avery's, death. There was a sort of emptiness inside of me. This poem was written on the first snow in my town. I walked outside and I couldn't tell how I felt. There was so much going on and I couldn't bring it in to words. I walked inside my house once again and was ready to write this poem, but I couldn't find any words yet again. But, somehow, this poem was born.

Cold

It snowed last night

and the wind blew hard

and the ice covered the ground

and I wasn’t cold.

I went outside

in my shorts

and my boots

and my jacket

and I wasn’t cold.

I let the wind blow my hair

and the snow hit my face

and the ice touch my boots

and I wasn’t cold.

All the thoughts of

the deaths

and the sadness

and all the bad things

were no longer cold.

I didn’t smile

and I didn’t cry

and I didn’t laugh

and I wasn’t cold.

The world grew quiet

and the time slowed down

and the sky turned white

and I wasn’t cold..

I was alive.

-Liza

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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