Walking on memory’s spine

I wrote this to relate the snow I saw outside to this coronavirus period.

White is what spins 

Twirls 

Dances outside my windows 

It engulfs the seemingly hollow buildings

In a blanket of pure white 

It’s immeditely cherished as it sprinkles on peoples hoods 

It’s immediately recognised as a symbol of joy 

Belonging 

peace

As each flake serenely falls

The barbaric people are forced to do the same

Admire the peace around them  

Admire the buildings 

The cars

The hills 

The streets 

The eyes of strangers

Who rejoice in this admiration with you

Your amazement is what unknowingly weaves you in 

To a beautiful place 

Its familiar 

But you never knew it only took powdery drops of the ones’ you’re already accustomed to

You’ve grown unappreciative of 

That you don’t admire

Don’t rejoice 

Ones that don’t bring peace 

And you know why that is?

You aren’t frozen into the transient wonderland 

Because the drops your already accustomed to 

Come as slaps instead of this rarity we admire 

The drops only remind you of the world your warped in

That’s always grieving 

Always breaking 

Always opening up sinkholes where its next victim falls

When you survive in this strip of land 

You are constantly clawing your way back 

Until your nails have too much dirt to keep going 

Until your arms grow tired

Of holding up protection from earth’s truth 

Underneath your protection is where the hurting hides 

Where emotions are barried 

As if they were never there to begin with 

You wanna know why powdery drops bring such peace?

Because it doesn’t remind us of our damp pillows

Of never ending lava 

That streams down our cheeks 

Of pain that digs in to our chest 

But is only shown by our clouded eyes 

The white that came in January 

I believe

Wasn’t like before 

This powder was softer as it caressed my check 

Specific 

As it sprawled on the roads

Almost as it if IT were familiar 

In such a time 

With slaps of grievince

And protection from the truth 

This white bathed us in our ancestors 

Those whom we miss 

Whom we hold in our hearts 

and too often, whom we hide from to neglect the pain 

The white that sprinkled adieu

Were the fingertips of the people we lost 

Those months ago in March 

They weaved their nails into our hair

Clinged to the hem of our jeans

Stuck to the back of our mouths 

And reminded us of the peace 

That once was 

And 

Would 

Soon 

Be

The crunch of the ground 

Are the spines of the people we lost 

Now laying down the path 

For us to find our way back to the world that once embraced us with love 

Now pushing us away 

Like a slow car crash 

Repeating itself until we finally understand its truth 

This white reminder came temporary 

For once you tasted it 

It blended with the bitterness of this tortuted “normal” 

For once you picked up the powder 

It melted into the world’s bitting sinkhole 

It was for this that this reminder was meant to be watched and enjoyed 

But never eternally 

Because the false idea of eternally on this Earth 

Is something our clouded eyes blinded us from seeing

Author's Note

Wrote this very fast so there's typos and runon sentences you can ignore. Tell me what parts you don't understand (being blunt is encouraged), what parts do you like, and what you don't like (be blunt).