Sleet hitting the windows,
nothing stirring.
Drifts of white powder,
blanket your door.
Your heart heavy,
thoughts of what ifs.
Close your eyes,
quiet so deafening.
Wash over you,
begging to end the pain.
Dreaming of dying,
final release and peace.
Drifts of new snow,
sparkle like so many stars.
Blanket your life.
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