Permission For The Fall

Oh God,
Find me underneath the frozen snow.
Where buried flowers
Wait for spring to show.
I breathe them in, I
Follow where they grow.
Through constellations,
Dragging what I owe.
It hurts in darkness,
Hurts in light.
No place to hide,
No place to heal.
You're the kind of
Fever that feels alive.
Where nothing false
Feels less than real.