Winter Walk

the fire within her 
burned intensely hot 
to alleviate her soul
she sought the winter chill;

she walked out 

into the cold frosty bite 

and the boiling emotion

rose and fell

she breathed in deeply 

trying to take in the freshness;

she sighed slowly 

trying to let go of her restlessness 

replace her hopelessness 

forget her helplessness

and amongst the firs 

and the evergreens 

spilled feverish tears 

wrapped in steam 

she kept going barely seeing 

barely knowing the time of day;

she just needed to release,

weeping along the way 

praying that this once 

she could be just hidden enough;

to be herself,

and this soft crunch 

of her shoes in the snow,

and the sniffling of her nose 

her heartbreak glowed 

like embers, she supposed;

and as she walked she wondered,

if from afar 

all the smoke rose?

and if not, 

where did all her love go?

-aq/lesnspired