A Long Winter.

And you can scream as loud as it sticks in my throat ..

but history is made of silence ..

I went through this story blindfolded ..

empty swings swaying in the wind in a horrific reminder of the truth ..

in the midst of my tears and fists ..

I know there are goodbyes that never come ...

so I can filter out the memories in all my fears ..
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
I do not know who I am,

who I am,

what I love, what I want ..

perhaps..

throw my dreams into space like a kite ..

I am all I feel now ..

and all that this does not spare

for me

in..

This new winter. ©