A Winter’s Soul

Desolate stands, raging to the trees

Can you hear me?

I am alone in this wasteland of hearts and spirit

I have no roots to sustain me through the winter

I have no leaves hidden in battered branches

The wind…assaults me

I cannot breathe the cold air

I cannot see past the sleet that slaps my face and stings my eyes

She lays her sorrow upon the land, but the trees do not answer

Immersed in their own dreams, they slumber towards spring

So Desolate weeps into the blanket that is called snow

Can you see me?

I am hurt and wandering within this fallow forest

I have no place to tend to my wounds

I have no peace that I can grant to the ghost of myself

I cannot count my worth against my nothingness or build the fire that will warm me

She heaps her tears and blood upon the sorrow that is called winter

Desolate covers the world in crimson and salt

Can you know me?

There is no more of me to give to you

There is nothing left of who I was

I cannot see the green fields or the blue sky

I cannot feel the sun on my back

And so she sinks…beyond the places where skin meets bone

Into the black, she floats alongside a star

And she reaches for the place called

Again.