Sincerely, Jennifer x

It was spring,
but winter’s woes still lingered,
ghosts of Christmas past were running late,
recoiling when I politely informed them that my lesson had been learned,
and so,
once again, in the freezing flurries of a greedy winter,
I was alone.

I’ve nothing to wonder about,
but I wander with a busy mind.
Clean hands, but a collapsing conscience.
This is not my guilt.
This is not my frost.
Nothing is mine,
and yet, everything falls upon me.