January

Brandtson

I can't feel my fingers as I hold on for my life.
Quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try.
I have defined January.
The end of another new beginning draws me out to white.
The cold of what I came for chokes the shine.

I have defined January in my life.
I think they call this winter.
Dead like everything.
Harsh as it's silence and the pain that it brings.
I can survive January in my life.