lost in a forest of uncertainty
buried in weeds of invasive memories
gaslit by my own hope

unsure about the seeds i plant for the future
because they are buried by snow

they will florish in the spring
or will be lost forever
to the stomach of mother nature

a glimmer of hope
shining through melting ice on a leaf

soon only to be frozen solid
by the harsh winter's night

stuck in it's own captivity
until a new sun of the morning

it waits months
unable to track time

knowing that
eventually
time will pass

and that there will be
a warmer,  brighter, future

when the cold is gone
and when the footsteps melt away