In the Quiet of the Snow
In the quiet of the snow
Tears are stiff and frozen
No longer bleeding down her face.
In the quiet of the snow
Her painful secrets now exposed
And the conditions of your love revealed.
In the quiet of the snow
You left her all alone
The heavy flakes now resting on her shoulders.
In the quiet of the snow
She learns to stand on her own.
A world of warmth awaits her.
In the quiet of the snow
Your tiny world caves in
Weighed down by fairytales and shame.
In the quiet of the snow
Her passion stokes the fire
Illuminating the revolution within our reach.
Marcus Ranum says
I like that. I’m not much for poetry, so I’m hardly a good critic, but it’s evocative and I like the use of language.
ashes says
Thank you!