Winter

A poem about being the feeling of being cold and alone with no one there to comfort you, and finding comfort in solitude.

As I sit here alone in the dead of winter

I can't help but be reminded of a time much simpler

A time when only the rain cascaded from the sky

A time when your body was the only thing that could break

I sit here, alone, in the dead of winter

And I wait for the rain to return

I've found peace in Solitude, but I yearn for Compassion

I miss the sunlight and all of the action

I must wait here, alone, in the dead of winter

Fortifying myself 

Until the very end

-Marcelles D. Raynes, August 13, 2015