Do you believe the beauty of a soul
Outweighs that which sits on the skin?
I dare not wish to inquire
The weight of what lies within.
I spent too long wandering
Among these frostbitten trees
I lost my way so long ago,
And my limbs have begun to freeze.
Am I a shadow among these branches?
Am I that which they have begun to fear?
I’ve forgotten the taste of happiness,
I’m not sure what I’m doing here.
But now and then the forest changes,
A green leaf blinds me as I pass,
The small yellow sun of a dandelion,
A fresh, dewy patch of grass
I wonder then if I’ve found a way
A way out of this cold place,
But the hope is frightening and I stray,
Do I deserve the sun’s warm face?
I think not and turn my feet,
Step back into the shadows and frost
Too scared of all that is warm and sweet,
Too ashamed to admit I am lost.
December 22, 2012