There comes a time where I feel everything,
Cold air's sting,
The bend of my ring,
My breathing,
Movements I make,
Along with my slight shake,
With each breath I take,
Regulating myself,
Wrapping up my feelings on the shelf,
Containing everything,
Refusing to let my voice sing,
Words so familiar they are the only ones I know,
Making me have the urge to just go,
Not with the flow,
Just get out and move,
Take the step out my door,
Everything will be alright then,
I'm sure,
Then when I take that step,
I am aware,
The cold in the air,
Wind that whips hair in my face leaving a sting,
Hearing birds sing,
Feeling everything around me,
Being aware,
Quietly and thoughtfully,
Wondering why I ever gave everything up.