Out Of The Clouds Poem by ananth mariathas

Coming down, out of the clouds
Fingers cold, mind loud
Winter screaming her beautiful chilling edge against my skin
Darkness seeping in to clefts and folds of fabric underneath my chin
Windows opened to the world, scavengers waiting
Out of the cold, in the warmth of their parasitic hiding places
Suck on the joy, the pain, the movement of thoughts across my face
They gain strength on my soul
Yet I’ve always been strong enough to withstand them
They won’t be here long, just enough for the ride down

Out of the clouds, coming down
Winter’s heart fiercely beating
Cold blood pounding in my ears
My windows are all smashed to the wind
Nothing keeps the outside out
And the inside in
It’s all merging within me
Exposed in final moments
Silver lacings of ice across my arms and legs

And it’s not just the fact that I stop trying after a while
We all have our own little times of weakness
My strength lies in the way I can withstand
When so many others would have crumbled
Statues falling to flat, final pieces
Dust to scatter with my footsteps
Carrying it off on my favorite brown shoes
Wondering if that will be me someday
In the darkness, in the cold, in the earth underneath the snow