Your purple petals were upright
before it fell below 32 degrees
Now, you are frosted foliage.
A frozen flower that still has life inside.
Delayed maturation, like writer’s block, is only a state of
It’s where you currently Are.
Wondering who you are.
Reaching for who you never
Knowing who you are, but not sure whose you are.
The winter has made you bitter.
The cold has made you shallow.
Not to the holding place for pain and insecurity, where your
heart and mind
tend to become clunky.
But to the depths of Soul and sensibility, where you smile and
clap your hands and
awaken with just enough vision to journal
or spend time with the author of your life.
Remember warmer days?
When the poetry was etched in your soul.
Before a sudden change shocked your roots, and killed your
reason and rhyme.
Now you are without the melody that at one point
distinguished you from other women.
Lows made you die a bitter death, and now
you are a man who simply exists.
In this new season,
I dare you to cultivate your mental, emotional, and spiritual
I dare you to give poetry the attention you used to.
I dare you to harness a miracle, that forces you come to yourself, that becomes
your source of energy on the days when the sun seems to be hiding.
I dare you to be the light.
I dare you to
Clinnesha D. Sibley is an award-winning playwright and published poet/essayist. She is the Literary Arts Instructor at Mississippi School of the Arts in Brookhaven, MS. For more information, please visit: http://onepagerapp.com/clinneshadsibley.