written by: Mike Washburn
i now stand staring off into the distance which is slowing fading into the infinite grey of winter.
a winter i fear will never end.
as the world i know fades into darkness
I am slowly enveloped by the deafening sound of the silence that this winter brings.
a silence so loud you can hear the blood flow through your veins.
my mind blank and empty, i wander with no direction into the storm ahead.
The cold pierces my bones, the wind cutting through me like a knife.
my head down pushing through…
Suddenly the grey turns to white,
I raise my head and feel the warmth the light above.
After wandering aimlessly through the storm she created for what feels like a lifetime.
I have broke through and survived, no longer lost…
I am free.