Underneath

And with this breath the waters, finally
recede finally expose what is left of me finally
I can see the glimmering questions the silent fury
the open distractions the ever present
siege that erodes a person when they don’t believe
they are enough they are worth all their effort they are beautiful
even when scoured

Soften

The vulnerable see-through state of winter
too bright in the light too cold
in the dark exposed in the elements of fury
and brisk uncomfortable cold rarely enough layers
so we hurry from the crisp air