February Birthday

We walk through the park in the cold. It's as if the warm weather were stolen from us. We feel something was stolen from us. I guess I always felt unsafe even though I was never really in danger. . You don't know I used to say when the rug will be pulled away and the ground will catch you in the knees: hard, ice hard. Will you survive the fall? . I wait for rescue as the snow covers my face. I deserve better. Life remains. Life remains. I look up at the sunny sky mocking me as the wind gets beneath my jacket neck. Those who made the rules say they work.