scouring the depths of my being.
to argue with myself any longer;
day by day,
instant by instant.
I don’t wish
to ask any more questions,
I don’t need
any more contradictory responses.
It’s overly vast
to live with this multitude of inner reins.
Reluctantly, I glance outside and surprisedly notice
the mystical way
a coat of crisp white snow causes even the darkest night
to seem radiant.