The winter without snow


none of the books said it would be like this

it is the ego that makes us feel the fall...

we struggle against the waves

(grief can tear you apart, if you let it)


get stuck at

self pity

and we learn how to hide to get what we want

All must fall alone (it is inevitable)

And that moment of Aloneness

tears a hole (in the soul)

I chose grief

(self pity is indulgence)

addiction is more than drugs

Come and find me.

While I turn the other way and look for God, as if the two were not the same.

This winter without snow

(out of kilter)

may have been a dip into


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