Words In My Head

Winter Child

The girl was a winter child.
In winter she was born, in winter she was raised, in winter she learned to laugh and play and what friends were, in winter she was happy.
In winter she thrived.
In winter nothing would hide dark secrets beneath clumps of leaves and manic creatures. The trees were beautiful and bare, honest and pure as the winter child who loved them.
In winter the world was calm and magical, where a million wonders fell from the sky, each one unique, and together, breath-taking, transforming lands and seas into mystical worlds.
In winter the light was soft and the nights long and deep, where the waking and slumber of the Sun were spectacles to behold, and the stars burned brilliant white within velvet black skies.
Others hate her winter, but they cannot change the girl.
The girl is a winter child.
But she is trapped in a world of summer.
Where dark secrets hide.
Where skies are bare.
Where light scorches and the Sun never sleeps.
Where stars are weak.
Where Others are happy, but never she.
Forced to leave her whole world behind.
She is melting inside.
Now how can she survive?