The Winter Collection: Still

Biting wind, frozen fingers, wanting to let go

Wondering where these icicles on my cheeks came from

And where all my tears have went

Shivering, chilled, freed

My frosted wishes, my frosted words

Snow like the angel’s tears

White and curious, warmth in cold

I’m lost

Weariness a constant companion

Watching, waiting, looking for something

Feeling like something small is missing

Beginning to feel weightless

Maybe I’ll just lie down for a while.

Snow, ice, wind

Elements of beauty, elements of betrayal

And I find that something, something white, falling slowly

A pure covering, a blanket

And oh, how I wish it would end there

However incomplete (ly).

-11:11 P.M.