My Journey To You Poem by hazel jackson

Stumblin In A Place once seen but lost laying still in the cold White Ice shatter glass cuts and scrapes, bruises and pain. Icy chillz made me tremble more than before but I was comforted once I knew who it was. Silently Flows In The Wind brushing past my skin I feel you I hear the beats. There's a sound of fear in the open space between me and a nothingly wide spacious Place unseen and forgotten. There's a whisper and then you're gone as quick as a snap of a finger. Flowing...drifting and Silence by the dark then lifted by the sudden light. Skin touches skin as one is still one as past I turn slightly I feel a soft slick smile of warmth flow through me 'I'm here'. We are happy it was a long and scary Journey but worth every small detail of life.