The Stepping

Walking in a blizzard
The cold wind kissing my face
Light flakes land on me sappingly
Each step feels like I've been here before
Dragging my feet i move
Stepping in the past steps
Strides too short
Thoughts too simple
The oldest steps even move backwards
In thought, I drift alone, not cold
The cold helps me feel alive
Helps me think
The dwellings on events past
They are the same as my steps
In the right direction, more complete, deeper.
This weight being lifted
A depth of years endured
I no longer am restrained by these chains
Nor forced to breathe this water
Now I am in control
After lifting my life long battle