Snow fall

 The phone rings, and I don't answer, it rings again and I still don't answer. Let it be a phantom. By the fourth ring, I give up. I answer, and Im grounded to my bed, the doctors words are the only lifeline I have. Words that I never thought I would have to hear or endure are spoken. I look out the window, it's snowing. The snow is exactly like me, cold and numb, dancing in a chaotic blurr of existence. 

I pull the riegns in tight. I can't lose control. I can't break. But how can something break, once it's already broken.I sweap up the mess that I am, and try. I try. I call you and you answer, but even your words have no comfort. I try reaching out, but  the words hold no meaning. Everything around me is hollow. 

The snow is falling. Flying senselessly in all different directions, no rules, no path to follow. They fall. 

Maybe I can fall with it. The promise for snow is it lands. I want to land. Instead of being in this free fall. 

The snow is falling.

How pretty and delicate it looks. But a storms lurks. 

I am free falling.

Catch me.