December 18th, 2018
I've been running down this
Snow-covered road
For fourteen miles
With arrowheads
Pierced through
The bridges of my feet

Extremities turning blue, then black
You can't turn back now, face it-
"Twelve inches overnight", they said
We reap what we sow, echoing...

A whisper ran beside me
Running off the road - into the woods
I followed-
Until we reached the lake

Frozen almost to the center
I laid down, began making snow angels
Looking up at old light and dancing trees
I hope the ice cracks reach me-
Before they do

I thought I was getting better,
Less sensitive, more relaxed, less angry,
But pain doesn't disappear.
There is no magic.
Everyone is pretending, so I need to keep pretending,
Or I could jump.
The water looks nice and my choice made.
Game over.

Standing there,
on the cold, damp sand
in the open air.

Hearing the gush of the waves
Crash against the rocks
and roll onto the shore
-Gently kissing your feet.
The Coldness is overpowered
by the emotions and relief within.

The light finally begins to rise,
The skies grow a blissful blue-
in contrast to the regular, deeply darkened grey;
mirroring the colour within your mind.

Feeling your hair ****** forward
along with the black crow-
The long residing and awaiting crow.

The final release,
Resulting in the return of
light, tranquility, and peace.

The final release
of this Dead Weight
-constantly on your shoulder,
Weighing down on your chest,
and fluttering throughout your mind.

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The final release
freeing you from this
Godawful, hell of a disease.

An embrace from the gentle fall breeze.
At last, I begin to feel at ease.
The smell of autumn,
The cool air,
The pallet of the drifting leaves -
All within a moment to seize.

I ponder at the chaos
Made colorful and pristine.
But what is the cost
Of this calming scene?
Am I to simply descend,
Or can I remain and stand?

While mulling over more complaints,
On my hand landed a small leaf
Whose fickle state and faint brown taint
Rested like a sigh of relief.

All my problems fell away
When my hands were on her hips

Clinging to my artistic integrity,
like its full of helium
And about to float away from me.

My poetic release in a world of uncertainty,
Gives me control,
no one to manipulate me.

At a time of utter disregard
for human decency,
This artistic exclamation is my relief.

From the chaos of personal grief
And misunderstandings
and unjust decrees.

How is it that we can no longer SEE
each other at all,
for the light that we bring?