Treelike Suppression

I feel like a deciduous tree. 

Like a deciduous tree that has shed its leaves during the flurries of autumn.

Like a deciduous tree, standing stark with bare branches undressed and standing before the gloom of cold, blustery wind-driven waves of rain, then sleet, then snow. 

Once like  a deciduous tree with rich green foliage and beautiful, scent-laden flowers.

Now like a deciduous tree that has lost its lustre for life, standing forlornly and  skeletally in the depths of a cold and frosty winter.

The  deciduous tree  will burst into the joy of spring with budding new life. 

But I won’t ever shake off the deep, dark, depressing depths of an everlasting winter.