JC eskimo

Winds that hid behind the brick

blow at my face with a force

tossing my hair to a whiplash

watering my eyes with persistence

I search for my strength 

planting a foot down forward

crushing the snow under it

making a lasting impression

the warmth inside me grows

into a powerful heat 

with blood pumping, reviving me

into the eskimo i need to be.


P.S. Happy birthday Mom. I miss you.