december gifts

swirling thoughts

and a revolution behind my eyes.

the floating white ice hits my face

and leaves a tear that isn't mine.

 

overcast clouds

leave the pavement slick.

oh what it would be slip:

no control, no effort, no direction.

 

i leave a footprint.

i leave another.

they'll be gone in half an hour.

 

i shut my eyes 

to the blue-black cold

that cracks my lips 

and cramps my hands.

 

i have found beauty

in this world. in the quiet

comfort of this storm; silence

that finds no place to hide.

 

there is a revolution

behind my

eyes. 

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[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

such struggles, ---love each line

---mishel