I’m waiting,
scribbling these words
as cold fingers rake through my hair.
It’s time to go
but you haven’t completed me.
I’m not done, yet.
I’m fighting forces bigger than we are.
They’re bigger than physical energy.
They’re in my mind.
They live in every heart beat.
I’ve been searching for an off switch
but it’s been in vain.
I’m running towards the heat.
I’m running blind but not incomplete.
I won’t apologize, anymore.
I wont regret that I’m alive, anymore.
I won’t.
I don’t.
I’m here and fighting these forces
but realizing I’m not alone, now.
Freezing in my car,
I’m scribbling, creating my peace.
I’m finding my sunny disposition in the cold,
in the loudness in my head.
The cold is raking her fingers through my hair.
I’m broken and whole.
I’m putting pieces together
I didn’t realize were lost in the first place.
Dawning Creations 
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