I open the door and a cool breeze blows in
hard
fast
sharp
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
never
ever
stop
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.
Wow, you can really relate to wading through the storm. Great imagery, used brilliantly. #SundayBlogShare