i love rabbits, they love me

Winter is a beautiful season. As the cold and the pain return, I’m the one going to the sanctuary I’ve built behind my eyelids. Within this found freedom, pain is mythical, though I feel myself on every level. My awareness, sharpened, I use it and begin to look. I comb through my early life, I see myself, continuation, subtlety revealed. Beauty is found in suffering’s aftermath, not in the simple act of suffering. …