The Season

You: Shimmers and twinkles

Winter feels like bruises:
You cannot let them get over you , but hope for the scratch to heal.
To let your emotional turmoil have a hold over being invisible
But, all you recognise with the chills through your bones is that,
The physical cuts have the decency to camouflage over the emotional cracks,
Yet, when the realisation creeps in,
You know you will go through the same tingle by your heart;
That reminds you of the day, of those reckless turns and settling with the unknown.
Moments when you know,
Winter feels like bruises.
It always did

©Trayee