Snow Blind. It’s a 6.

grey flecked white, silhouette on heart stain red, outside curtained window, swirling snow

storm un-predicted, boughs reluctantly bend, unsuspecting nature’s silence comfort in the air

melting like Salvador into arms of over-sized chair, softness turns to caution turns to tears

scarred life worn, the trunk in a corner, room grown too small, like baby bird outgrowing the nest, 

locked by years missing, fear floats free-falling

key in hand, release