Musings...

Walking Away

The harsh white winter
may hide the path ahead
windblown and chilled
you squeeze your eyes shut,
let come what may
you'll find a way out.

Leaving the past behind,
letting the snow cover it all,
do not look back,
don't care about what's gone.

Dark and dreary
the skies may be
not showing
a glimmer of home
nor a chance
of a break.

Let come what may
perhaps not now
but maybe, just maybe
some other day.