Poetry follows me in sleep,
trailing down snowy banks...

It's funny how you thought you overwhelmed me,
when really, I overwhelm myself...

I hide the lonely
under flannel sheets...

I don't think it can ever be
properly expressed...

How I wished you walked away
sooner...

You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...

I am on the precipice
of reeling in this emotion...

It's not healthy, I know it's not,
to wish the world was faced with...

When people talk about raising their kids,
it's a strange concept...

My body is a prison;
frozen fingertips hunch...

I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon...

I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...