I feel more alive

in the dark hues of night

than the bright glows of day.

Perhaps the touch of snow

is more welcoming than

the ray of sun that

shines down.

There is a whole

world that awakens

in the time we are

supposed to be in a slumber.


Photo courtesy of Sven Scheuermeier

Categories: Poetry

Issy Steventon

I'm a part time author, poet and artist (when university allows me to) and I love to express myself through creative means. I write to represent the women that feel alone, and to provide a positive environment to those who need it.

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