The first snows of the season

I see out my window for a reason

The bed has become both prison & sanctuary

Not letting the seeds of my soul ferry

Cold, unforgiving, frozen, white...

And I pray with all of my might

To be free, to leave my house, my room

To dust off the ever-present gloom

To be back in the world, to be free

To live out my dreams, to be me

For now patience and time I must bide

Because this illness refuses to hide

Being ignored by people held dear

Who speak to me but twice a year

You live, you learn, you move on

When trust, love, respect are gone

Yet I know in this dark tunnel there is a light

And I know I have to climb the height

To reach the edge, not look down again

Of ME, I am no fan

My iron will runs through my veins

As goals & dreams stream through my brain

I am still here and here I'll stay

I shall never go away

Someday soon I will heal and be free

To live out my dreams, to be forever me.