When the white snow
drips
From the bare wooden
branches,
When the cold wind
rises
Set to expose your
very soul,
Never stop, tell
yourself
This journey, long
and winding
With no seeming end
in sight
Footsteps across
cracking white
When entombed in the
darkness,
Never be afraid,
tell yourself
Sounds of wind, like
a dirge
Flustered thoughts
crowding the mind
What if you cannot
not make it,
Embrace the
possibility of defeat but,
Never give in, tell
yourself
Longing for the
winter heat of stars,
Listen to the tune
in your bones,
Give it your all to
rise above
And if it happens
that you cannot,
Love yourself for
what you were, are and will be
As the curtains come
crashing down
There will be light,
tell yourself
