Staring out the window,
at the deep snow so white,
I feel pulled to the snow,
and the woods that are not bright.

I exit through the door,
and slam it behind me.
That statement shook the floor,
i'll go where no one will be.

My fingers are numbing,
as I trudge through the snow.
Beneath my black hood, my head is throbbing,
I'm not sure where to go.

Snowflakes falling,
slowing my steps.
Can I make it without failing?
I have to get what I once kept.

Moving away from the warm house,
back to the darkening woods.
As small as a mouse,
I feel, and hide under my hood

Long black hooded cloak,
to blend into the background.
Vanishing like smoke,
I am not bound.

Hood falling over my eyes,
but yet I can still see.
This is not my demise,
don't worry, it can't be.

I am the main character,
that has now reached the edge.
That wooded area is darker,
but it's better than looking out over the window ledge.

Now I enter the black,
I am swallowed by the shadows.
Fear is what I lack,
i'm not watching life through the windows.