I will wade out of these turbulent waters
Frigid waves crashing against
The backdrop of a silver skyline
Trimmed
With grey lace
Stars dot the view shooting
Luminous sparks that transcend
The shadows of your mind
Demons lurking underneath the contours of
Your body among saccharine
Poison
Coursing through blue veins
Shooting up your arms
Encircled like ivy
Tendrils
Dormant ideas waiting rebirth
Nestled in peaceful repose
Along with nascent seeds of hope
Awaiting spring’s supposed glory

The ice is thawing