Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write your own prose poem that is a story about the body. write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. 

Daily, I trudged through the deep snow,

Tired, from the simplest of tasks,

Doing, whatever you asked,

Surviving, the greatest of blows.

I forgot what life looked like in the light.

Still, even in the dark,

I waited for life to bloom.

I weathered your cold heart,

even as it froze my own.

I thought, soon, soon,

life would rise with what I’d sown.

Comforted, by thoughts of spring,

of time working it’s magic on me,

I wanted, I waited expectedly.

Afterwinter,

with it’s failed expectations,

it’s lingering affectations.

I listen for a chirp in the distance,

as proof there is indeed life beyond this.