Blizzard

I have been searching 

For a proper footing 

That could hold 

The whole weight of me.

With a wall adjoined 

That would embrace me.

For I have mistaken 

Where I placed my feet

When I found myself 

Aimlessly looking before.

Maybe it’s the cold

That has me confused.

Mixed finely 

With my ambition,

Fear,

Love,

Or nothing at all.

Leaving me looking 

At stars in my eyes.

Looking down at my hands,

Ensuring their existence,

Since I fail to gauge

The importance 

Of accomplishments.

While I know

A simple breeze 

Makes me look up 

At the blue hues  

And weep.

My seasons of living

Always involve a moment of 

Finding.

Here again.

I am no fool.

I am not lost.

-Verdure