"Blizzard" - Three Kinds of Motion (2018)

In between this comforting warmth - these sheets of peace I reside beneath - this stagnation is dependable.

These four walls are impregnable but I’m eager to recognize the world.

I’m kicking, but I stay in here curled.

 

Humming through the walls, a voice calls my name.

She assures me that I will be fine chasing chance, leaving memories behind.

 

The house, she pacifies:

“Angel, leave this place.

Open the door my son, brave the lonesome cold.

Open the doors for your life, the world for you to behold.”

 

But but what if it all goes wrong?

To fade away in this blizzard, to leave the warmth of all I know, is to leave the home I call my own. (Call my own)

 

The house, she pacifies:

“Leave no regret, open the door my son, brave the lonesome cold.

Open the doors for your life, the world for you to behold.”

 

What if I can endure the cold?

What if I can survive the unknown?

I can forge a life of my own from the fire in my bones.

 

And now these walls are closing in.

What once embraced, now suffocates.

The only way is out the door.

I am moving, moving, moving, moving, moving, moving through that door.

 

“Now is the time, reach for the sublime.

Dive into risk head first.”

 

A rush runs up my spine.

Bright white lights my sight.

Ineffable, inexplicable.

Ineffable, inexplicable life.

Life surging through my bones.

Life is now my own.

Life surging through my bones.

Life is now my own.

 

Free to roam in the way I choose.

Free to roam, to march through the snow.

Where I once was stays within me, keeping me warm from the inside.

Together, she keeps me safe to march through the snow.