Budge

I decline the rewind of my mind to when I was blind.
I refine what is mine to define how bright I can shine.
Remember the time my heart was December?
The cold beholds a truth sharp enough to dismember.
This gift can be dismissed as bathing in sadness.
Now I just exist to twist all of this madness.
Judge me; can't budge me. Giving everything until it is gone.
My soul and soles are rooted in the earth u quietly tiptoe upon.