Wrapped in Ice

An unseen Jack Frost has stolen my heart once more

Even as the sun finds my face

I am missing

My life sings like an acapella song

Full of soul, yet hollow

I scan through my notes that I wrote when my heart bled

But instead of finding a panacea, a diagnosis

Faces leave spots in my vision

Some familiar, some forgotten

Instead of finding my answer

I find paths that I had left

An endless string of crossroads

It's not about the path least taken

It's the path that will dry my unshed tears

The one that will hold me even when I've lost hope

When I've lost inspiration

It does not need to be an easy way

But it's one that will not let me turn back

As I stand here in endless contemplation

I shiver, rubbing my joints in an attempt to get blood flowing

The clouds are covering the light

Why does it feel like the world is coming to a close?

Perhaps it's because I thought I found my guide

My Gandalf, My Sacagawea 

To realize my hand wasn't being held

That I had followed a mirage into a winter storm

I know I will make my way out

As long as the flame of my desire burns on

But the question is

When will I find my way?