January
I step into the chilly night
My breath hanging eerily before me.
I wrap my hands tight around my arms
And stare into the sky.
I know not what I seek
I know not what I might find
But I must search until discovery
Somehow falls in front of me.
I look to the stars
Illuminating the night so dark
I look to the beacon shining somewhere
I look to the night and hope that
I will see the shooting star, the flame
That will lead me from this icy tomb
And into the light so treasured.
I remain solitary in the January night
As my breath lingers in front of me
Emphasizing that I am alive
But not answering why.