The Voice In The Snow

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

I walk and I walk and I walk

There is no one to talk to. Just my thoughts of remorse.

I should have stayed, I should have listened, I should have...

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

I stop. I listen. Nothing but the sound of the snow falling.

Yes, there is a sound snow makes but only in the right place.

Deep in the woods. Deep in to my mistakes.

I stand and I wait.

Despite the cold I stay warm, almost euphoric.

I look up. Nothing.

Just grey and white skies peaking through the ponderosa pines.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

I continue my journey away from the fire.

Fire I sparked, Fire I couldn't stop.

I pick up the pace, hoping to find the break.

But there is no reprieve in sight.

Just when I think I will never see the light

I hear her voice, piercing through the air.

My feet get heavy, I stop and turn

My heart lifts—

and the snow no longer crunches beneath me.

It carries me.