Young Writers Society

(*There are periods between stanzas because I couldn't figure out any other way to separate them without the website automatically making it one huge poem.)
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"White Epiphany"
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All is quiet in the white desert
swirling, spinning sparkles
shimmering like glitter
dusting across the ground.
Silence is in the air.
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I am a ghost, isolated from the
world as the snow surrounds me.
I am veiled, enveloped in this
shifting white world.
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Those near me -- are far away.
The usual chatter and pitter-patter
are silenced in the blizzard.
I can see the others, but I cannot find them.
I know they are talking, walking,
but I cannot hear them.
We are all ghosts, blending in and
camouflaged by the heavy blinding snow.
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I stop to listen to the world around me
and a haunting quiet fills the air.
Although cold, I feel invigorating warmth.
I feel comforted in the quiet;
I find inspiration in the power of the
blizzard’s silence.
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In a place where I should feel alone,
the snow gives me company.
I am comforted.
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Isolated in my world
surrounded by cold and quiet
yet alive and warmed by the
sense of power the world has offered
to show me.
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The snow has found me
and in it, I have found myself.