Shrouded black,
encompassed my forefront
One night,
newly thirteen
It happened first
It showed me no signs
It shed me no light
Newly thirty
white crystals declared their home
Winds pounded frosted trees
leaving their bare branches breathless
My road I couldn’t roam
Windows locked
Blinds closed
It happened again
My vision unfortunately clear
Queerly it shifted
sidestepping with no feet
and sliding with improbable retreat
Goosebumps prickled my arms
Air fell thin and cold
The sickening feeling all too familiar
that knowing I wasn’t alone
I slammed my hand into my face
I couldn’t be seeing straight
As I stared at it’s jerky movements,
I wouldn’t acknowledge
it’s lack of face
Holding my Billow tight,
her concrete arms, my cloak of comfort
She consoled me
She protected me in my plight
The sleepy clouds dreamt
while snowflakes crept away
The sun shone,
luminescent rays glowing
It departed
I noticed
only when I dared to peek
Billow’s concrete arms
contently relenting
We bowed our heads to pray
We prayed it’s appearance
to keep drifting until it’s gone.
Gone
Dawning Creations 
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