Wrapped in winter,
I have been losing myself in white.
Empty white.
Void of color,
of scent,
of sunlight and rain.
Nothing to prove that life exists.
Nothing to fill my soul with hope.
Loneliness in every corner.
Silence in every direction.
I speak,
but my words die as they leave my lips.
I scream,
but it is swallowed -
absorbed into the invisible walls
that seem to surround me.
But I was not always in this place.
I entered,
and so an exit must exist.
A door back into star and moonlight.
And from there I will walk the path
until I meet the rising sun.
