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Aug 08, 2026
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My own storm
The days are stormy
Full of glory
While everyone complains,
I remain
My curly hair is distressed
But its complaint is repressed
My hope takes over,
And my heart becomes bolder
I’m born in summer,
Dazed by its slumber
But my heart belongs to winter
Where ice and magic glinter
I push the doubts and fears down,
As I take winter’s crown
I feel free,
While I let the wind take me
— serena, Aug 08, 2026
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Style/Type: Structured: Western
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The poem sets up a clear central contrast that gives it structure: a speaker born into summer whose loyalty belongs to winter. That tension between where one begins and where one feels at home is a genuinely promising engine for a poem, and the closing image of letting the wind carry the speaker away lands as a fitting release of that pull.
The strongest moment is the third stanza. "My heart belongs to winter" states the emotional truth plainly, and the pairing with being "dazed by its slumber" in summer suggests a speaker somewhat asleep in the season of birth and awake in the cold. There is a real idea moving underneath these lines.
The consistent rhyme is clearly deliberate, but in places the rhyme appears to be steering the word choice rather than the meaning. "Glinter" in the third stanza reads as a coined word summoned to match "winter," where "glitter" or "glisten" would sit more naturally, and the invented form draws attention away from the image itself. It may be worth testing each rhyme pair by asking whether the second word is the truest word or merely the closest-sounding one.
The second stanza is where the poem is hardest to follow. The curly hair "distressed" but with its "complaint repressed" is an intriguing detail, yet it is not clear how it connects to the hope and boldness that follow, or to the storm and winter imagery elsewhere. The image feels imported from a different register. Grounding it in the poem's weather imagery, or drawing a clearer line between the hair and the heart, would help this stanza pull its weight alongside the others.
One larger opportunity: the poem tells the reader about its feelings directly, with words like glory, hope, doubts, fears, and free. These abstractions could be trusted to the concrete images instead. The winter's crown in the final stanza is a good example of showing rather than stating, and the poem grows stronger the more it works in that mode. Considering where an abstract noun could be replaced by something the speaker sees, touches, or does would sharpen the whole.
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