somehow
it seems like time has slowed
or stopped.
the loudest voice
is a whisper.
somehow
walking home through the falling snow
forgiveness is in reach.
wanting peace with myself
trumps the urge to self loathe.
somehow
the sharpest words
thrown through my mind
decide the scars aren't worth my time
every stupid thing said or done--
hurts caused by my carelessness--
fade to gray.
snowflakes brush my cheeks
plant tiny wet kisses on my flushed face
reassurance that the world spins on,
out of my view.
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