The Cold Forest

Trekking through the cold winter snow

I wondered if you would ever let me go

There is a blizzard brewing in your heart

Screaming at you to notice me in the dark

I’ve lived in the depths of every forest

Climbed 50 foot trees

With hopes of becoming free

In the dark, I am warm

In the light, I am cold

Whenever the light switches

The person in the mirror

Mirrors the person in my reality

Who are you?

Where did you come from?

Are you wearing a mask

or may I allow myself to bask?