When the only way out is through
and the only way forward is back,
every angle is covered by the same unutterable words
that push and pull by their knowing
and cry with you, for you and all that you try to be
and all that you never will.
As the sky falls steadily downward
and you're left rooted to the spot
in snow-blinded acceptance
there will be no terms for surrender offered,
this hurt will be your making
and you will grow beyond it
again to be once more open
as those you love turn their heads.