Maybe the wind, blowing snow sideways
Allows for a blurred view of our reality
Reason to reevaluate the same old, same old song and dance
Come to some sort of conclusion
Alleviate the pain, somehow, but not today
Noticing how fragile flakes pile up to become a perimeter
Deepening Winter's way of keeping us apart
Seems pointless to step outside the warmth of my wanting
Useless to bundle up and brave the outer elements
Staying, instead, in a homestead that was supposed to be ours, shared
Answering the questions I ask myself
Never knowing if I am actually speaking the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem