Monday, February 13, 2017

The February Storm (poem)

That night
I couldn't see anything
on the road ahead of me.
My eyes were watery
and the blizzard was so thick
the world was a white blur.

I thought
it would consume me
until the white turned to black.
And my saviour was behind me,
in a dark but warm apartment,
like a lone sun in the universe.

I walked,
but I didn't freeze
in that February storm.
I found my way home,
even though she wasn't there
to guide me through the cold night.

-Zero

1 comment:

  1. Oh, dear friend. If only he knew that the Savior's Presence was with him in his darkest hour. Unfortunately, he needed to respect that friend's wishes for him to not shown up, as he did even so...She was there, friend, but your blackened pierced heart couldn't hear her voice nor feel her body anymore...She wanted so much to be with you, at this exact moment of your life. But you didn't allowed her to do so.

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