What makes you happy,
what makes you whole,
what fills the cracks in your soul?

Is it music, if so what tune,
a favorite meal or kind of pie,
what movie brings a tear to your eye?

What makes you you, do you know
do you have a favorite place,
what do you wear, denim or lace?

Do like the waters edge,
or do you prefer the mountain snow,
do you even really know?

Do you like a hair color,
Maybe you have a type,
Or do you make your own way, or follow the hype?

When you're in the car
do you drive or do you ride,
What makes you happy, or swell with pride?

If you do not know,  take a look inside,
you need to know yourself for true,
it the only way to be actually you.

In the days
Of hardship
And misfortune
resort to fortitude
And moderation

Comfort in the promise
Of no promises at all
Knowing your warmth may be fleeting
I await the cold
For the fool hopes for the swearing of always
Wrapped in lavender cloth
But the wise await for the winter that no shelter can withstand.
I ran to you knowing your feet had the ability to run in opposition
So I approached you and waited for your feet to move

And so they did.

The winter bird wrecked my home and frosted my woven flowers.
And now I stand pale and alone
As the wiser.