I step out into the winter of my mind.
Glancing around at the desolate architecture
Of walls with no doors.
Windows with no views.
Wrapped in sanity loose scarf.
I constantly beg for its touch.
My extremities crave its clarity and warmth.
The harsh chill of insecurity and doubt taunt me.
The frost of fear lingers in the air.
I expose myself to the elements.
The biting wind of change chills my static bones.
Forcing me to move.
The grey day is getting shorter.
I must find a way to make it over the frozen mountain of uncertainty.
I will not be a victim of my own circumstances.
The glow of resiliency lies just beyond the steel cages of my hypothermic mind