Speak

Bound
By chains
Inside
Your mind
Because it is in
Possession
Of a terrible secret
One of which
Cannot be expressed
At all
Until someone
Walks into
Your life
Someone with the key
To letting it go
And to let people
Know
The secret
In which
You have been
In the possession of
Far too long
And once you are free
There is no going
Back
To being
Bound

Winter

As the Earth spins, we see the seasons. One of the four is special. For instead of rain or sun or shine, we see the snow. As it lazily drifts down from the heavens; we admire it from the window; over by the fire place. As it lightly covers the world in it's cold, fluffy embrace as it seals the world in a sugar coating, until the earth spins on again, and again, and again.