Good News

I’m dancing in the parking lot.
Icicles are trying to catch my feet, but nothing can hold me down
The cold air burns my lungs but I still shout
I finally heard
Though the snow had packed my ears
It wasn’t enough to merely understand the answer
It wasn’t enough to hear him say it
I had to process
Winter tried to stop the process
It came to me in a burst of sun through clouds

I’m free

This story has no comments.