shivalihp

A mind is a storage room full of cardboard.

Boxes of all sizes lined up in perfect rows

There are open ones, ones taped shut

some are empty and being filled

organized and still and quiet

Winter: 

As frosty winds whisper, wrapping us in fear,

In winter's grasp, we gather near.

Underneath the snow-cloaked rooftops

We find warmth in each other.

I remember when a phone wasn't important to me

When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass

Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky

I don't want to be a survivor, I don't want to be brave 

I don't want to be stronger, I don't want to be saved 

I don't want to be tested to see if I'll do it right 

Walking the path that I've always dreamt about,

Never caring what others might think of me, 

Never did I once stop thinking about those

Who do not see me as worthy.