The windshield wipers crack back and forth like a heartbeat.
My books in a stack
Packed up all neat
And I'm cold
So cold
The snowflakes are escaping inside
Through the cracks of the windows
The warmth of the music cannot touch my soul
And I don't know what can
In a Blizzard like this
When the weather won't buffer
When the righteous suffer
In weather like this
When the day seems longer than my life
And the night seems longer than my death
Snowflakes are dancing in every breath
Hung on the blade of a double edged knife
Happy days are behind
Happy days are ahead
But so many melancholy days behind
And so many more ahead
There's no escape from the pain of existence
But with that pain comes the thrill
And that desperate hope is what I'm clinging to
So still I'm driving on
The cries of desperation shrill inside
Still I live on
In the coldest of winters,
Where I belong
The past year has brought me so far
So many shouts
Of failure and triumph
So many bouts
Of anger and love
So many hours
Pondering what's above
How I've fallen asleep and woken up just in time to save myself
When I abandoned my friends and when we reunited in blazes of glory
When I lost my purpose and found a new one
When I realized I was headed for a waterfall and instead chose a stream
When I realized the river was not clean
When I was sick and help healed me
When I fell in and out of love
When I realized I was thankful for all of my pain because without it, I would have nothing worth living for.
Now, when I'm lost in a blizzard
I know that when I find way in the morning
I'll know exactly where to go, and it's going to be somewhere more beautiful than I could have ever imagined
Especially when the sun is going to be rising around it in glorious shades of pink and orange and gold
And the snowflakes will form a shining silver tiara around it
Like my future is a princess
And though I know I'm no knight in shining armour
Somehow I will live with joy until night falls again
The cold closes in
And the snowflakes threaten to hide my path altogether.
And so for now, when I'm lost in a winter storm
I drive on.
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited Love for No One in Particular
PoetryI'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.
