Winters

Sometimes it gets cold.

When I forget, it becomes cold and dark.
It becomes colder and darker, I shiver harder.
A chill goes down my spine, and every single inch of my muscles trembling
from the cold and fear,

I stop cursing, and I start remembering
that something within me never dies;
my inner flame

And I am so grateful for that.
because Life is easy, all I need is just to remember.

As I remember, remember.
I laugh and love, sing and dance.
Because I rejoice, for although it may be cold now, but there has been and there will be, a time of warmth
and that blaze is all the proof I need

and in truth, all that I need.
because I know,
I will be back in warmth before long.

I've never left it in the first place.