It's Winter Poem by Moth Harris

In my idleness and coldest hours
People only judge the worst of me
I find that the people I love
They only hurt to see

I'm trying and pushing but the snow caves in
I look for a light but it seems so very thin
I feel like I'm rolling downward with an avalanche
and I'm only holding on by a tree branch

I said don't you worry about me
I'll be with you for as long as you want me here
I said don't you fret honey
It's only winter my dear

The day's have all grown shorter
I feel I've grown shorter too
With myself
and probably with you
but I promise it's nothing to worry about

With my frostbitten fingers I want to write to you
Of my love and desire to always be by your side
but I fear winter finds the worst in us
So my sadness no longer hides