Winter Balance

What is the point of living if you are suddenly stripped of anything and everything that grounds you to the earth? Without them you fear that you're soul will float away in a precarious flight. Gentle like a feather, reaching beyond the sky.

No memories tether you to the ground. No known family that keeps you from doing something idiotic; how do you go on living? How can you survive in a world in which you aren't supposed to exist?

"Life is valuable," They say, "you deserve to live."
Maybe I do, however it isn't worth the billions of life that will be harmed along the way.

Maybe if my memories return I'll think differently. My mind is already ground into powder with the endless nights of merciless trauma. Heart pounding pain that increases with every breath.

Who was the person that wears this face? They've become a familiar stranger, yet slips through my slim fingers.