It's cold and dark
and somewhere in my mind
I thought I was flowing
flowing towards something
but now I'm here
Into myself
although my humble-conceit is put aside
there are so many other things
reminding me how little I really am
Listening to the splatters of
what could be rain
my edges are cracking
and the sky is falling
which makes my face leak
Pieces of me are rearranged against my will
I pull out the dangling bits of fibers
falling from my guts
the pain is too real
the love too much
the touches too missing
And then I feel it
the heat
sapping away the soggy past
the heat
I know I will meet
as the light of Spring
