Regardless of circumstance
I am the one to be blamed...

Every so often when all is quiet
the circumstances must be just right...

Such a beautiful thing
A blanket of snow...

In a house or on the street
People embrace images...

The snow falls slowly
Blanketing as far as the eye can see...

Beauty only tender hearts can see
Through the mask of disability...

Static noise wraps my eardrums
To silence the steady beating in my chest...

Stubbornly I will grind my teeth
And clench my fists...

Wishful thoughts and desperation dance in my mind
Twisted together into something of malicious...

An animal whimpers deep in my chest
Surrounded by muscular walls...

Tender and fragile
You won't see...