The dust falls from the sky just like snow did this winter.
It was so many moons ago, but I remember the splinters.
My feet used to carry me past snow piles with such grace,
But death was covering my coffin in dark grey lace.
Sleep was my most violent nemesis, it kept me starving.
The fatigue quickly got to the point where it felt alarming.
I whispered to myself, praying I can keep going forward,
Hoping this is not the last sentence in my foreword.
The cold got to me, and my legs gave out almost daily.
Some mornings I could not get up as the room felt hazy.
My pupils swam aimlessly in my eye sockets for hours.
I dreamt of building bridges when I was burning towers.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 