Snow keeps falling, same slow pace, Days repeat with no erase. Questions pile, but I don’t ask, Silence wears a heavy mask. No replies, no final sign, Just cold breath marking time. I’ve said enough, I’ve heard it all, Now I let the quiet fall. Silence until winter ends, No defense, no pretense. I don’t scream, I don’t pretend, I just wait till winter ends. Silence, let the cold descend, Nothing broken left to mend. If I make it through this phase, I’ll speak again in warmer days. Streetlights blink, then lose their glow, Same route home, same falling snow. Memories knock, I don’t reply, Let them pass, let them die. Every word feels out of place, Frozen mid-air, no escape. So I hold my tongue, my breath, Learning peace inside the depth. Maybe healing isn’t sound, Maybe strength is staying down. In the quiet I defend What survives till winter ends. Silence until winter ends, No defense, no pretense. I don’t scream, I don’t pretend, I just wait till winter ends. Silence, let the cold descend, Nothing broken left to mend. If I make it through this phase, I’ll speak again in warmer days. When the thaw begins to show, I’ll let the silence go. But till then, I stand still— Alive, unspoken, winter-held.
