Running

The snow is glistening crystals into my eyes
blinding me
closing me off
letting me in
I am carrying my pain around with me
like a heavy child
I am pregnant with sorrow
What loud cries escape my belly
what gorged innocence
what endless impossibilities
Some things you can not run away from
The chemo
the cancer
the chemo
the cancer
is this what the songbirds
are saying?
When they cry so low?