22 December 2012
The frosted grass cracked under foot as winter took hold on the night.
Frozen worries took up root As reason fled with daylight
The winter of my souls at hand and each step I take Leads me deeper into treacherous lands To the edge of sanity's lake.
Frozen blades of grass Like razors in my head Cut to ribbons the me I knew My identity is in shreds
WHO AM I!!? I scream And it hangs like a shroud before me My existence, an amorphous cloud, Longing to be free.
My singularity floats away As foggy as my mind I am as delicate as water vapor Myself I yearn find.
Will the winter of my soul give way to the lightness of my being? Who treads so lightly on the path up ahead?....
Is that me that I am seeing? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *pure poetic license- nothing to do with me : )
Lost And Found • Opuss № I