I am so tired of this white earth
so weary of the cold that keeps
tiptoeing under my skin
I want to feel the sun in my eyes
the grass beneath my feet
knowing that the planet is awake
I want the breeze to stroke
my cheeks
to tangle and untangle my hair
to give a wisp of life than to
numb my friends to their demise

(I wish this poem sounded
as beautiful as the one
that was in my mind)

I want to see the analogous
of nature
the complementary colors
of summer
and the monochromatic
hues of the sea

I want to be engulfed in
a lover's embrace, not the
warmth of a knit afghan

I want to smile again
I want no anxiety
            no duty
            no selective mutism
            to hold me back

I just want to be free,
or maybe I just want to go home.