Almost

Winter's lot has cast its spell on me.
I clear my throat,
Trembling at the knees.
This darkness,
This spiritual hard freeze
Blots out my hope,
Hardens my soul,
Consumes my thoughts,
Like a film obsessively replaying in my mind.
I seem to hear a victorious drum beat somewhere in the distance.
I almost see a light beyond this darkness.

KW '11