The trees and the homes, in the wake of winter, are reduced to cinder,
The smoke mixed with the cool wind above the icy ground.
The days and the months displaced, undone acts to hinder,
My home is not as I remember, unfamiliar horrors are found.
I choke as I walk deeper into the home I once had,
The burnt fragile artifacts I once loved crumble in my hand.
Around my feet are the signs and the tracks of the small nimble pad,
The growl and the snarl beckon me away form the repossessed land.
In the outskirts I pull my lapels tight to my nape,
I shake not from the cold but the future to come.
Did my loved ones perish or did they escape?
I sit in the snow to wonder and doubt as my body grows numb.
I remember the words of my mentors to persist and proceed.
Is there anything left here to redeem or must I move on?
I turn my back on the glow while my feelings try to impede,
What will I use to make a new life when all I’ve ever had is now gone?
My hopes freeze in my tracks and my blood boils in my chest.
What of the promises you made for when I return?
And all the times we swore that we’d always do our best?
The reasons and failures anger me, as do they concern.
It is as dark as it is cold in the misery of tonight’s solitude,
I walk as I wonder, is this my punishment or is it my test?
I dare to dream once again for success and for my sorrows to conclude,
The future so uncertain now. In who and in where will I again invest?
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