Wave hand in front of face

but see nothing


listen for something, anything

can only hear the howl within,

silencing the roar without.


A moan or a scream

does not come close

to the blizzard’s roar inside,

a harbinger of pain;

These flakes falling furious

think they know

the strength of a gale.

They do not.


The whiteout wave of cold,

blind, a pure force of nature

is dwarfed by such a force from within.