Seasonal Afflictions

With frayed edges 
And dented spines
You whispered words 
Between the lines.
Autumn winds and bristling leaves 
None could ever hear you weep. 
Why, oh why, you cursed yourself 
To vicious cycles with no sleep. 
Once winter set in well and wrought 
Fissures wrung in your soul too deep
But then came spring, waltzing in
Letting all those colors into you seep
With open eyes 
And mended bones
You let the words
Nudge away the stones. 

The writer is a student of Computer Science and Engineering at AIUB.