White as snow

 

Like snow falling 

white, resplendent

bright enough to blind

and as I place

a muddied footprint

within its folds

I am washing away my filth

something beyond me

something I can not compose

has brought me

thus far

here today…

cleansed,

washed clean

so that I reflect

not the crimson

but the fallen white

refrains of purity.

I am whole again.