the frozen streets
remind me of how i sometimes get.
how easy it is to be cold:
while still beating underneath.
it’s never the darkness that slips
us up,
but the patches of light in-between
that promise us a moment
of rest.
—one we hope will continue on, forever.
a subtle wish for the light to remain the same,
hope lingers on,
but i sometimes think
we need darkness too.
