Investigating New Territory Through The World of Writing
I can hear my girls’ voices
Through the heating vent in my office
Even though they are two floors away
They laugh about God knows what.
The freezing dark surrounds me outside
But, I am determined not to let it in.
Instead of letting the weariness overtake me,
The bitterness of the cold creep underneath my skin,
I will rise from within.
Words snow down
Inches and inches of thoughts
Layering onto the empty earth of the page.
I should be washing the dishes.
But, I think I will write instead.