When life gives you a flood, go ice skating

When life gives you a flood
in the dark of winter
go ice skating,
like you weren't just
crying on your knees
debating where you would sleep.
Go give out cookies, and find your smile
in little voices singing Christmas songs.
Like you weren't just, yourself,
screaming to the sky for mercy,
from your lawn on a Monday at 2 p.m.
And when you glide across the ice
or catch yourself humming along,
even when you don't want to,
you'll find the light again.
You'll be the light again.