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IN THE WINTER OF MY UNDOING by Sonja Marie Phillips- Hollie

 In the season of my undoing, I am lost between believing and becoming…

Under the spell of past ghosts, I become torn between truth and fantasy. In solitude, I listen to my inner voice. Discarding my veil of allegiance, I embrace life and discover a path that leads me to my divine existence.

In The Winter of My Undoing
by Sonja Hollie

It was the winter
of my undoing,
It was the silencing
of my soul.

As I laid down with destiny
covered in a white veil
of delusional snow
angels wept,
the nuns slept.

As intrusive thoughts of him
crept into my window:
Sonnets of despair
underneath my pillow.

Loneliness at my door-
I let her in,
she wrestled with my soul
unleashing the pain
of a faded memory.

Outside the pristine walls
of this convent
I am haunted by a love
that was never meant to be.

As I walk my own path
I run through the barren trees-
crushing vintage leaves,
surrendering to the frigid winds
of change inside of me.

Alas, my heart is set free
as I bid farewell
to the apparition
I once loved.

As the winter of my undoing
came and went,
So did,
the pain and sorrows
of my inner torment.

~

Sonja Marie Phillips- Hollie: I was born in the Windy City of Chicago but now reside in Texas. I have a degree in Spanish and have worked as a bilingual translator, supervisor and Data Analyst for Student Life Programs on campus. One of my life passions has been acting as a counselor and mentor for at risk high school students. I enjoy reading and writing poetry, dancing and hope to one day write my first novel. I am a blend of many different ethnicities, and embrace them all! I also have a fascination with Egypt: a theme that often appears in my poems. I'm a mother of three beautiful daughters. My hope is that my poetry touches someone’s heart, comforts the lonely, or redeems a lost soul.



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