My body and brain become in sync with nature.
A darkness always creeps over my skin in winter.
And just like the trees begin to die, so does a piece of me.
Snow falls down more like ashes around me than a flurry of beauty.
This snow may blanket the earth but it certainly is not keeping it warm.
It is as if winter is slowly freezing a portion of me.
So I will wait until spring when my heart slowly thaws and the birds once again sing a sweet melody.
I will crawl out of my own head where I have chosen to hibernate and let flowers grow in my mind.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
My body and brain become in sync with nature.
A darkness always creeps over my skin in winter.
And just like the trees begin to die, so does a piece of me.
Snow falls down more like ashes around me than a flurry of beauty.
This snow may blanket the earth but it certainly is not keeping it warm.
It is as if winter is slowly freezing a portion of me.
So I will wait until spring when my heart slowly thaws and the birds once again sing a sweet melody.
I will crawl out of my own head where I have chosen to hibernate and let flowers grow in my mind.
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