Poem by Hannah Holbert
The Second Half of Winter
January swallowed me
With my claws and my plans
and dreams
My thrashing
Like feeble beats
Of broken wings
And it’s just as cold
inside as it is out
Can cracked nails and crumpled papers
and a bleeding heart still
Build a fire?
About the Author – Hannah Holbert
Hannah Holbert is a 28 year old poet born and raised in Kansas, and currently living in New York City. While she primarily expresses herself through poetry and fiction, Hannah also enjoys getting lost in any and all forms of storytelling. Hannah works from home as a veterinary technician and is currently finishing her degree in English at Southern New Hampshire University, where she hopes to continue her passion for writing and poetry.
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