MELTING

Some days my skin feels like brail against the wind
like the earth is trying to read what I’m saying
Read what I am
I’m not sure if my bones are cracking or if the winter is just hatching into spring
but either way, 
I feel something shifting, 
Something moving
Escaping, an inevitable sunshine
A new beginning
An end to the suffocation of frost bitten aftermaths
And slippery beginnings
The snow is melting
And so is who I used to be