the snow storm is brewing

the blizzard will blanket itself across our town

the once green trees will be barren with brittle limbs frosted with white

the feeling of fallen leaves crunching beneath the soles of my boots

she thinks she understands but she doesn't . . .

looking up, i see the fluffy snowflakes clumped together, drifting down in irregular pattern

there is no wind this night.

only bitter cold.

he thinks he knows but he has no idea . . .

i stick out my tongue in hopes to catch a falling flake, one last time being my happy, loving, warm self.

they think i'm okay. they think i'm angry. they think i hate.

i dance like no one is watching, because no one is

i stretch out my arms and twirl like a ballerina performing upon her magnificent stage for the last time

a smile my lips make, but there's a tear falling from down my cheek.

the woods could never be quieter than they are in this moment.

i let out a scream at the top of my lungs... i listen in silence... no one will hear me.

peaceful. embracing.

i say im unapologetic, but i apologize all the time . . .

i continue walking.

the bridge with it's sister stream frozen and snowed over

memories frozen, still.

i walk to the edge of the woods, and turn left.

gazing with wonder and awe at the withering yet beautiful world surrounding me...

the winter blushing my cheeks and tip of my nose.

i breathe in a long breath and let out a short sigh.

i find a bench overlooking the tree line and sunset and the road with occasional passing vehicles.

first i sit, but then i lay down.

there i will close my eyes . . .

and there i will stay . . .

muscles, bones, blood, and flesh . . .

frozen, until the beating ceases

slowly, with the drifting snow.