Untitled (January 8, 2011)

Softly
The snow falls around me
Covering my tracks
Upon the sidewalk
Within minutes.

A silent reminder
Of what has been lost
Never to return
To me.

As I walk
Towards the library
Looking for
An avenue of escape
For my weary soul
During this dreary season.

If only
For a brief moment
My soul is allowed to
Visit faraway and distant places
Where snow is
Unknown.

Walk upon sun-kissed beaches
Skipping small shell
Across the water
Kicking up the incoming tide
With joyous laughter
Rarely so heard
In the past couple months
As depression grips my soul.

Like a small child
Released from her parent’s rules
For a moment of fun
Before returning back
To reality.

Daydream shattered
As a flake or two
Melts against my face
Bringing me
Crashing back
To the current reality
Which is my life.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

Depression grips my soul-- wow your words are strong and well.. gripping