Years without the Sun

A hundred days of winter
Years without the sun
laughter were gunshots
smiles were knives in my heart
But I got another chance to roll my dice
burst open the door to my personal hell
found my tormentor in the mirror
I killed her with joy
something she never knew
stepped into the snow
and danced till it melted away
when the sun came
I captured it
before it could leave me again
locked it in my heart
threw away the key
A hundred days of summer
Years without seeing a single cloud
who knew I could be so...powerful