Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.
Shortened days chased by frigid nights stacked for months
on end took their toll. The polar vortex, unexpected and swift, consumed me.
The icy barrier layered around my heart- intended protection-
served double-duty as an impenetrable prison.
Rippling streams of affection had long ago
been solidified into distorted memories. I became unsure if the
flutter of newly-planted love was borrowed or owned. I questioned whether I
had been capable of thriving once, or whether an umbilical
noose had ensnared me from the beginning.
If I poured my concentration into it, I could
have spotted a break in the clouds; a pinpoint of light. Promise.
Future. Hope. If I tried, I could’ve engaged in a leap of faith; grasped the thread;
dared the sun to thaw me. Or, I could’ve watched my chance lead
to my demise, as I unraveled at the seams.
Trapped beneath the permafrost of indecision,
I remained rigid in a self-imposed perpetual winter. I could’ve
focused on the light but instead, I closed my eyes. Cocooned in my loneliness,
I tucked in the fetal position, head rested upon my knees, set to
face fate; indifferent toward death or re-birth.
This is my response to the Speakeasy weekly writing prompt which asks us to write a piece in 750 words or less (mine is 199) (1) using “Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.” as the first sentence, and (2) make some kind of reference to the media prompt: a drawing by Leonardo da Vinci, who also celebrated his birthday in April, entitled Study of a Womb.
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