All That We Had To Lose
A poem
IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
All That We Had To Lose
Winter taught me
that some things are so magical
that, though constant,
the beginning and end
are anchored to differences
Winter starts and ends
on either side of a new year
In its steady, bleak white,
constant in hidden comforts,
it hurls us from an age
into another.
An age of discomfort falls
like the snowflake born from fire
A year that rises from the ashes
doesn’t rise in victory
Its renewal has no hope to win
Though we know not now
what there is left to win,
we know all that we had to lose
Everyone should lose everything
once in a lifetime
Like the spires that reach
up to the sky
swaying invisibly
in winds
cast like spells
wanting nothing
but to feel colour
on their steel bodies
and believe
that there is nothing
more precious
Only once a lifetime —
but their lifetimes are defined
by that treasure
which can only be in reach
when the sky falls
and they lose everything
their raised heads
never thought
to look down at
And the victory will be
framed with ashes
of a burning heaven.
Then winter will come no longer
and that year will last
forever.
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