Reconnecting pathways led to troubling terrain. 
This heart and brain are freezing from winters stained with blame.
My soul’s splintered and shamed.
The tug of the give and the take,
and I might even give my spirit away for better days.
The patterns are draining. 
Winter rains are my body’s domain. 

I’m a habitual day ruiner. 
I dug through my dirt.
To find the heart that I tried to pack deeply away.
I built these walls out of clay. 
So if you want to find me, a gentle push is the play.