goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,

poem: Snow crunched

Snow crunched
under worn out shoes
walking at a quick pace
cold feet - wanting to run
using bad weather as an excuse
"Be careful you don't fall"
It's not the pain of contact
but the embarrassment
of trying to get back up
while slipping
on the surface - most unstable
I am not able
to stop the bleeding
and the seed spilled on my skin
the warmth held in my hands
Both are now cut and dry
burnt by the cold
snow in my hair
droplets clinging to the strands
and I stand - for nothing.

ADP 10 March 1999
Tags: poetry & prose

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