I Think I'm Falling
I think I’m falling
I grasp at moments like snow
I cry a child’s tear as they reach for a flake and hold tight to their chest
That ball of nothingness as they open their hand
Red, as cold bites their soft little mittens.
The world looks pure now
But winter is a season of hiding
Fear lies dormant
This winter i'm still trying.
White skates push deeper
Into ice as thin as paper
Pleads with frivolous desire
And find the living lies of winter.