I must be
Who everyone wants me to be.
I don’t know who I am anymore,
But I know it is not enough.

- p. winter

surrounded by others
surrounded by love
yet always
always
alone
- p. winter

my heart is protected by a picket fence
awaiting a strong gust of wind

- p. winter

O wretchēd Love, I do beseech thee,
Free me from this prison thine.
I've felt the cold of hell's abyss,
I've tasted poison in each kiss,
And so, o Love, I ask but this:
Release me now, to heav'n divine.

- p. winter

a forgotten soul in a noisy room
looking for someone
anyone
who remembers

- p. winter

there was a time in my life
when sadness was a habit.
an inevitable spiral.
it was never not there.
until it wasn’t,
and healing came
like sunlight through
a crack in the clouds.
but every now and then
i get flashbacks
and feel myself falling back
into my inevitable spiral.
and it feels oh so good.
and it feels oh so natural.
old habits die hard.
old sadness lives on.

- p. winter