Her shadows were cast by a fog of a conflict not yet resolved
Darkening each footprint in the glare of the blanket of white.
As she struggled in the face of the blizzard, shards as sharp as glass trickled beneath her layers
Burying her heartache in a chilling repertoire of a lonely guilt,
A sadness she could not derail.
A figure, merely a smudge against the skyline slipped in the melting snow
And on her knees, hands outstretched to the heavens, dried eyes burned in search for relief.
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Who is she? What unresolved conflict occurred? Related to the heartache? Is this the cause of her sadness? What happened to her? And; is she you?
Keep reading and you may find out one day :)
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