My toes peep out from the cold
Begging for life
Flowers grow back
When they are stepped on
And so will I
It's hard to live in all the cold places
With your words like ice
Your wind bit at my lips
It shouldn't have happened twice
Winter draws near
And cold creeps in
I must survive the winter
To bloom again.
YOU ARE READING
Remains
PoetryRemains is a collection of poetry by Anna Phoenix. Remains is a stitched together heartfelt collections of what still remains after someone leaves.
