Falling snow, it calls to sea,

My cozy cottage sits atop a spire,

-whiteout caught by waves to be. 

Inside my home, I sit, my legs perspire

The salted floor, -my perspiration,

Windows frosted, skin in tears.

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...remain resigned to stay in here. 

This sanity lags, as I hide from this swarm

For the course of my day is the same as the night.

They are outside this wall, they can live in the norm. 

My freedom is gone, there is, inside, a fright.

It’s  smaller about. It’s larger within.  

I take this stranger for a spin