When I Need To Erase Reality…
The season of death,
Winter is when the blanket of white eclipses all that was impure,
burying demons beneath the snow allowing me time to contemplate their being
before the ice caps melt and they show their faces once again.
Winter is the pause in my existence,
the board is white washed, leaving nothingness in its wake.
It is blank, staring me in the face with its emptiness,
a place of endless possibilities and minefields of disappointment.
I breathe in the icy stillness and exhale dreams of spring.
The flowers await their renewal underneath the the hard packed snow.
I whisper my fears as my breath makes fog before my face.
I live in the the nothingness that lingers between the seasons of death and rebirth.
The starkness confuses me,
blindly I walk in the direction my heart sends me.
I yearn for direction.
I blaze a path in the virgin snow.
The flakes blot out space and time.
I am in limbo
It is just me with a trail of foot prints
The only proof that I am here
The isolation soothes as it terrifies
The stillness is tranquil
Peace envelops me
Blotting out necessity
When I need to erase reality
I dream of
This poem © MoodyMommi Published Jan 3, 2013 http://www.moodymommi.com