the word

flake makes
them seem

so light and fluffy

but when
they fall
this fast

they have no space
to breathe

or express their
individuality

merging into
one another other

becoming a mass

I feel lost in the
heavy whites

of winter
a weight I

cannot bear alone

Winter sunrise
sings of hope
forgotten fire
in a frozen world

Can you tell I’m broken?
I think I hide it well,
It takes a lot of effort,
Concealing my cracked shell.

It is just a masquerade,
This smile upon my face.
Inside I am empty. Smashed.
Pieces are displaced.

Pretending is the answer,
The way I spend my days.
As Bill said, we are but players,
The world is but our stage.

But Cohen said the crack in things,
Is how the light gets in.
Perhaps I should not be so scared,
To let others see my skin?

I know I’m not the only one,
Who feels empty, lost and bruised.
Brokenness more common,
That unbereaved or unabused

Still, this broken feeling,
Somehow seems more personal.
I don’t want to share my memories,
That means facing you are gone.

The evening seems to sing,
Choirs composed by currents
In obscure keys of humidity.
A lone songbird takes the lead,
Percussion provides ensemble trees.
While the very air we need to breathe
Suffocates, stifles, tries, and succeeds
To bleed the breath from laden lungs.
Throat pleads, begs, and bargains
To demi-gods and heathens,
Deities and demons,
Every creature beneath this sun.
Let this molten grip
Slip
If just for a note,
A beat,
A pause from the pressure.

Silence is a treasure
To be savoured not measured.
Sweet cadence of relief.

That is all we need
To hear your voice
To see you smile
A gentle hug for a little while
The photographs and memories are reminders
That is all we have left and need to make more of
While people enjoy a holiday that is harder to celebrate then most this year
Many of us know who we lost and they can be found
Just as long as we remember and stick around
If you are missing someone just take a moment

@Rainbowchaser2020