Walking In The Winter

Walking in the winter,

used to be a wonderful thing.

Enjoying the snowfall,

and waiting for spring.

Thinking of skating,

the joy it will bring.

Somehow now though,

it pulls a heart string.

My ears ring and I swear I hear voices;

they are asking for thing and giving me choices.

Some ask a question, seems more like a prayer.

They ask for my help, like I'm some type of savior.

Some offer me choices, through poems and song,

But it's all up to me, if I sing along.

These voices, they guide me; they carry me home.

No matter wherever I've chosen to roam.

Walking in the winter,

it used to bring peace of mind.

But, without you here,

there's a missing piece to find.

And seeing the snow,

now it only makes me more blind.

Because walking alone,

My fear is only of, falling behind.