Winters Girl

I am winters girl
The summer holds no joy for me
Whilst winters warmth
Gives me something to feel for
The summer only makes me cry
For with the summer comes reminders
Of what I cannot now
Nor will ever
Be able to do again
And the heat is torture
But I cannot shed my layers
For then the 'normal' poeple will swarm
With their so-called
Words of 'comfort'
And try to give me help
That I don't want
No the winter
Is much kinder
And as its icy fingers twirl around my wrists
I can relax
And flee from the miserable hell
Called my life
Into a place
Where I am me