El largo invierna acaba

Attempting to leave behind all of it
the anger and the strife
the inability to forgive–
I bathe and put on something new
I purge my body of everything toxic

How do we live as if the winter was not?
how do I go on pretending we are not bruised–
so I go, so I sear with fire,
I cauterize the wounds
so I go, so I remember
how to let go of the list of wrongs

Without letting go of the wonder, the miracle
as Spring takes over my house,
as love fills the empty heart chambers
still sore
and I weep for what is lost–this day

I tell you, this day is for weeping
for what could’ve, should’ve, and
would have been
without the despicable, with
something more noble
than good intentions

But tomorrow, tomorrow
the weeping will be put away, and
life allowed to flourish, love allowed to nourish–
tomorrow will be today, the anger swept up
and tucked away, put in the bin for the burning
the burning of the last remains of winter

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8 thoughts on “El largo invierna acaba

  1. I had to check ‘Duolingo’ for the meaning of the title (where I learnt weird things about ‘acabar’). I am not sure the poet is ready to shred away the unforgettable thumping through the long winter behind into the tomorrow, spilling back into today. But the warmth of Spring is heartening, tucked in the midst of all that, suffixed to the end vicariously.

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