Walking Through The Same Path Of Snow

Outside the wind is blowing,
I pick up a fallen leaf.
It is dark and dead and broken,
Just like me.

I walk through all the dead grass,
The snow freezing my toes.
Feeling lonely and rejected,
Listening to a raven's cry of woe.

I keep walking on,
Never to turn back.
I push back a frozen branch,
Only to have it hit me back.

My life is crumbling,
Before my very eyes.
No one else can see it,
And they probably won't until i die.

Look into the frozen pond,
See my perfect reflection staring back at me.
But my inner torments and terrors,
Are far too deep for the naked eye to see.

I've been through too much,
No more I want to grow.
And I just keep walking in circles,
Through the same path of snow.

Ashley Anderson©