and i look out.
I feel so small,
so insignificant.
i lean against the yellow
of the wood which owns me.
My mouth burns and
smoke escapes silently.
Like an uncontainable secret
it goes where it pleases.
This night is my home.
In the silence i scream
without the chore
of forcing myself to speak.
My screams require no sound.They are beyond shallow senses.
I sit in a ball completely unseen
and in my camouflage i am free,
uninfluenced.
In my darkness
i reveal my light.
A light so unchaste
i can barely see
but bright enough
to guide my frozen feet
one step at a time.
Surviving each day.
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