Head down
trudging steadily
face into the storm
it’s cold
and sad
big puffs of snow drift slowly past
the wind picks up
a blizzard gusts
flakes becoming
tiny sharp knives
slicing my soul
bloody tears on my cheeks
faces on those white crystals
sliding by fleeting and slow
I am breathtakingly bemused
how quickly this is all happening
but
I know
someday
I will let go too
eagerly joining the wild gale
drifting and flying and
gone
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