BEAUTY UNCOVERED BY A BRAIN BLIZZARD
Noelle Diamond
A writer stoops in the bone-chilling cold Her story buried in ice Her thoughts frozen but snow white Vulnerable in her attic room She slowly begins to chip away Each word she thaws turning the paper less blank She lights candle after candle against the cold Though weak next to the dark winter They offer her just enough light in the blackness Until the icy air snuffs their flames And the writer is stuck in the blizzard again Still chipping away pages from the ice The inspiring sun peeks from behind the clouds Though only visible for an instant It mocks the candle with its magnificent light And provides the warmth to continue composing Her ideas finally beginning to thaw As weeks pass, hard ice turns into sludge Words form sentences, pages, chapters The writer, still bent over her stone desk Continues her journey to slowly uncover a beautiful story The fire of her words softening the ice The first bird chirps in the distance And offers a glimpse of the spring ahead Still, the days are short so she must keep sculpting Her words now only covered by a thin layer of frost Her vision clears as light flows through her She can feel the warm air on her face The writer smiles at her polished piece Like the new, fragile birds and blossomed flowers Her masterpiece is ready to face the world
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