where is the girl we used to know?

her eyes were exhausted & revealed all her secrets, her shame;
her lonely face, basked and blended in the shadows.
her heart, a broken record of sad songs:
her imagination, a cemetery of dreams.
her body, her mind:  full of ugly thoughts:  anchors weighing down her soul.
sinking, shrinking...fading into the echoes of the sad songs.  fading to nothing.
her bones felt heavy & weighed down the rest of her body
her bedroom; her dungeon.  hope lies beyond the outside of these walls.  the walls closed in on her, inside her mind. 
the walls sealing her in, her soul residing in another dimension; a prison.
when the winter gray skies at noon cast a dreary shade upon the room,
all turns to stone;
all that is sacred gets put on hold.
happiness and fond memories seem dimensions away
a cold-blooded being dropped in the middle of a snowy forest,
body stiffened and frozen to the bone:
making friends with the shadows of the trees to alleviate her loneliness,
the freezing winds screaming in her ear.
she feels like a ghost; just a ghost lingering among the company of others
she pushed her dreams to the back of the closet, watched them collect dust.
her skin dry from the familiar harshness of winter, cold to the touch.
for time is not something to take for granted:
flipping the hourglass over continually when it's near empty.
waiting for a few rays of sunlight to dwell in once again,
regain the life in her once again.
reborn every springtime and dies during the winter
a cycle like the leaves on the trees and spring flowers,
this is what winter feels like.


-shelly scene

(photo by deviantart user:  onesummerago)