Your icy touch
With so much ease
Made worse this soul’s
Midwinter freeze
Which has me now
Down on my knees.
But I am brave
Dark thoughts like these
Leak out from all
My once appeased
I know my way
Through raging seas.
I find myself
Among the trees
‘Pon twisted branch
And rustling leaves
Down well-worn trails
And on the breeze.
I find myself.
I’ll find myself.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Essie P.W 