Blizzard in My Heart
snowflakes falling, all different shapes and sizes,
like people:
one of a kind, clumping together sometimes
and falling alone at others.
cutting wind blows right into my heart
to freeze me to my core, freeze me in this place
where white blinds me from seeing anything,
darkness coating the sky and space between the flakes.
a blizzard in the air, a blizzard in my heart.
how can I find my way in this desolate place?
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