I open the door and a cool breeze blows in




tiny icicles hit my face quickly with great force

I breathe

in but I can’t see

I hold my arm up to defend myself

against the war raging outside

and it’s just not enough

none of it is ever going to be enough

I know what I need to do

with one foot I step into the storm because it will




and I bravely step one boot after the next and force my body through it

and I know you said

I can’t remember because I told you I would forget

promised that I would (in fact) because you didn’t want to share yourself with me

and I made it possible

to for you to open like budding flower but you chose to close yourself off and I listened

and so my only choice is to walk alone through this ice

the wreckage of what used to be

and never was.


By | 2016-02-13T16:01:05+00:00 February 13th, 2016|Uncategorized|1 Comment

One Comment

  1. Carol Cameleon February 27, 2016 at 4:04 pm

    Wow, you can really relate to wading through the storm. Great imagery, used brilliantly. #SundayBlogShare

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