A lonely path I do walk
The air icy and crisp
The clouds give a grey tingeThe sounds coming to a halt
Muffling little by littleA flake falls down from the heavens
Slowly she twirls and shimmer before hitting the ground. And became water.
I walk deeper onto my path
Snowflakes coming down in a downpour
Light and getting heavier
My shoes leave a path of where I was
But new snow covers it fast. Was I even there ever? Untraceable am I.Winter is here.
Monotone colors surround me. Falls colors brought a new death of seasons.I'm living in a world of cool magic
My thoughts remember an old story
The snow queen
I remember she called the blizzard: snow beesI understand now.
The snow stings almost like a bee sting.
But I welcome this pain. Reminds me I'm alive.
My breath a white cloud in front of me trying to keep me warm on my path.I bare the temperature of nature alone
Always baring her by myself.The temps drops colder and colder
And I think of my past and what had led me here
A tear escape leaving my cheek cold with its streaks however I can't seem to regret the path I tookMade me unstoppable and stronger. No longer was I that weak princess in summer heat.
For I lift my head to the clouds and felt a air of coolness surround my crown
Me a snow queen
It's the path that I walk alone.
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