A poem: Snowdrop girl

Snowdrop girl,
I can feel your presence
in the first whispers of spring;
I can hear your breath
in the windy corners of life-
it’s my favourite lullaby,
it makes me cold sometimes-
you could be cold sometimes,
in a scintillating way that
I never wished to oppose
or even dared to question-
my fear was not of
your reaction,
but the possibility of
your contamination
on some elemental level
Beneath many layers of
innocence and frivolity
and even more layers of
impenetrability and frostiness
I know what lies, I know
the substance, the kindness,
the taboo dreams,
the sweet desires-
and that makes me smile
you opened up to me
in the still wintry light in
a moment of rare vulnerability
I am thankful to have been
entrusted with.
The world may have seen
your masks, but who else
has recognised the rarely-resurfacing,
pearl-like gleam
in your eyes?
I have and I enveloped it in
my spirit shell
where it shall shimmer forever,
even after our farewell.

4 thoughts on “A poem: Snowdrop girl”

  1. Nitin Lalit says:

    It’s beautiful when someone reveals to you their vulnerable side that lies beneath layers of fortitude. That, to me is the apogee of trust in a relationship. You’ve expressed this in such a whimsical, beautiful way.

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    • Diana Marin says:

      Thank you! I think it’s beautiful too, and so rare nowadays, because there is something inherently narcissistic in contemporary society: everyone needs to appear perfect at all times, whatever that means in each person’s mind- and we all put up defensive walls and are unwilling to open up

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      • Nitin Lalit says:

        I think it has to do with loneliness in a world where promoting yourself as a brand on social media is the norm. There is the increasing pressure to conform and ‘like and be liked’ and this is turn creates an alternate digital self that is innately narcissistic. Pretty soon that seeps into life itself, and the very notion of reality is challenged. And if you don’t conform (like me) and post statuses on Facebook about struggles with mental illness and sorrow, you’ll become the object of ridicule and that also eventually transforms you into someone apathetic. There are other factors which contribute to transformations that make a person callous. These include loss of hope, indignation at a life spent wasted, the cliched ‘existential angst,’ and in terrible cases, failed religious conversions, which can practically make a person feel hell on earth. I’m being very subjective here, but I think I’m right to some degree.

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