like frozen rain

snapping against the window pane

battering the fragile soul

and seven days a week is too much to bear

loss is buried in all the dreams

that have us turning and tossing

heavy is the anger held inside

and it’s difficult to turn off

as night is falling fast

a barefoot child flaunts their youth

dancing in puddles

carefree without weight

do not look to carry it all

what is not needed will fall away

the journey is best

with one hand free

if it feels right

move forward now

do not starve the heart

as tomorrow is unpromised