Snow
I tasted the words to see if they were real.
They weren't.
But what choice do I have?
When the silence is all-encompassing
When the memories are screaming back at me
When all is lost and there is no hope
Which way do I look?
Which way do I go?
How do I stop myself from sinking in
to the bottom of this hole
that I've dug up for myself?
But then I'm forced to open my eyes and see
That there's sun on the horizon
There's snow covering my tear-soaked cheeks
Snow under my boots engulfing the silence.
Into the sound of my mother picking me up
The feel of the grass under my bare feet
The birds singing out the rhythm of their freedom
There's life!
There's life!
There's life!
And I choose to live it.