can you feel it?
the ice creeping in,
the frostbite inching closer and closer.
the snow is sticking,
making it harder and harder to budge.
it was easier in the sun,
but it was also blinding.
the warmth was comforting,
it's getting harder to find it now.
there's clarity in the cold,
but a stinging sensation as well.
I suppose it better to freeze in what's real,
than to be blinded by what's not.
YOU ARE READING
meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
