It’s cold and crushing,
hitting you like icy waves on a closed off beach in the winter.

Wind whips your cheeks like they’ve done wrong;
You are being punished.
The cold air bites your eye ***** and draws tears as if they were blood.

Healing is in forgiving.

You want to say you’re sorry
but the apologies can’t come quick enough;
the winter won’t forgive you.
You won’t forgive you.