My breath forms a little cloud of smoke as I taste the winter air. Bitter, cold. So are my feelings. I see a couple... Holding hands through warm mittens. They laugh like children. Their eyes sparkle. And I find myself cursing them.. and their sickening happiness too. But, I see a beautiful tree. A weeping willow, who cries like I do. I feel the branches touch my tear stained face... and I feel comforted. I see the distant sun, peeking through the fluffy clouds, and I smile. I know there is more to this life, than empty hearts, and empty hands. I know that I am not alone, as I lay against the green grass. I breath untainted oxygen, and I feel revived... with the spirit of the earth, the only one who knows me. The only one who touches my heart, sprinkling petals and sunshine into my cloudy mind. Bitterness will return.. I know. And lonely highways.. will call to me. Bringing me home to my empty room. But whenever I see a sunrise, I'll think of future love. And whenever I hear the rain fall, I'll think of sweet melodies that my heart will sing... Someday.Birth sign: Aries
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