When It's Snowing
I don’t like it when it’s snowing because I leave traces
so they know where I’m going and they chase me
they want to see whether I follow the light or the shadows
so I blind them, scratch their eyes out
But then they hear me, they hear creaking
so I run, I can’t give up that quick
I hide behind the leafless trees trying not to breathe
My feet hurt from the cold.
They want to know my dreams, my lovers
and all the secrets hidden behind wardrobes.
These monsters creeping from under my bed
keep asking “quo vadis?” while I pray for the snow to melt.
Winter is chasing me and with it are coming
the unanswered questions of sleepless nights:
Who are you, where are you going?
I stand still, breathless.
Waiting for Spring.
Copyright © Inga Piotrowska | Year Posted 2021
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