Did you learn nothing from your childhood
Bite your tongue
Taste the blood
And walk away
"Will we make it through Winter?"
He questions with concern
I swallow the lump in my throat
And nod looking away
My eyes already misty
The doubt creeping in
I want to smile often
So you will question less
Believing in happily ever after
Feeling ecstatic from
Stupid fucking pop songs
I want to scrub
Everything so clean
That the shine will blind you
While occupying my mind and
Keeping these demons at bay
My bones can already feel
The chill in the air
The darkness will set in
As it does every year
I want to put all the mistakes
The mean and hurtful words
Burning them in Autumn's
First fire
Hoping this Winter
Will weigh less
On my tired soul
But I've never known how to
Outrun these ghosts of mine
And they seem to get heavier
With each approaching year
Surviving Winter
Is always a battle.
~Amber C. Smith 2013
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