spilling over

the snow threatens to melt

and take away with it

my determination

to fight the bleakness

there's emptiness around

where tenderness should live

silence in place of laughter

a quiet solitude

yet I still have my softness

and it keeps spilling over

in unexpected places

in unpredictable ways

so leave a space open

for all the words to flood in

as I decide to breathe out

the storm within