Winter Mornings Poem by Aram Stefanian

Winter mornings, as dark as the nights
Make you feel solitary and cheerless
After an invisible hand turns up the lights
You're in a joyful mood, being fearless

Somewhere deep inside, you are the same kid
Who stubbornly resists getting older
The unconscious phobias severely forbid
You to realize your years, yet you seem bolder

Suffering from lack of warmth, you're always cold
And miss yesterdays, the faded pages in history
You hope for a changeover, if not, you'll lose your hold
While life looks simple, it's still a congenital mystery