The light that once kissed my face is hiding more oft than not these days and I stumble in the darkness.
Having stubbed my toes...
all of them...
any number of times, walking became difficult and so I simply stopped.
My legs became tired and so I sat.
My back began to ache and so I lay down on the cold wet floor.
It is not comfortable and yet I cannot seem to get up.
It is as if I am bolted here.
My eyes are so full of tears that I cannot see,
But then again even if the tears were not there the darkness would obscure my sight.
I know the solstice is almost neigh.
Yet even that knowledge does not lift my bones.
So I will wait here
I will turn my face towards where the sun will appear again
Waiting for it to kiss my cheeks and dry my eyes.