I don't like winter because the sky feels foreign
Sharp and far away
In the warm months I acknowledge the edges of infinity
And I can run my fingers through the velvet night with ease
I am small and my potential knows no limits
But now
In the cold of winter
The thick of white depression
I am so fragile
Brittle and afraid
To do so much as lift my head
Rip my eyes from the frozen earth to see
The stars that set me free