I've been feeling the longest of winters
start to eat away at my tiring eyes.
All that I've held onto always splinters
and I've come to notice everything dies.
Those splinters stay rooted in my sore skin
and seem to bury deeper to my bone.
They only remain because I let them in
so that in pain I may feel less alone.
But I cannot continue to mourn death
when the world is showing the first signs of spring,
and for each passing there is a new breath;
the world moves too quickly for us to cling.
So I will focus on smiling each day
and not letting my sadness lead me astray.
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