Winter

Rain pooled at the bottom of my heart, 

It dripped and rolled down to my fingers.

Sometimes, I feel like I’ll float away,

On other days my limbs are an oak tree’s roots.

I ask myself how long this will last,

Days are endless, years mere seconds.

Rain surrounds me all the time,

I’m covered in it, I don’t even question it.

I often catch myself clinging to moments,

Hours wasted waiting for something that rarely comes.

‘Maybe tomorrow will be different’,

It never is, but,

anything‘s better than today.