Reid@YWP

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 

I thought I liked the way you held your head,

it was casual and sincere,

not unlike the way you smiled.

But this was different from your smile…

 The snow comes down in big flakes

Wet, but puffy

Pleasing and cold

Landing on my nose

My cheeks

My eyelashes.

It is officially winter.

The giddiness that comes with the first snowfall

Dreaming

Like floating

In the impossible abyss of unknown.

Subconscious

Becomes conscious

Becomes something

Not quite reality

Not quite not reality.

Dreams are an in between

Dramatically striking a pose in the mirror, 

This is me 

today.

Where will I be this time tomorrow,

And where will my feet have taken me?