The cold grips at my heart, my stomach,
Steals my breath as it steels my fear
Into Ice, frozen in perpetuum.
I am locked away, and alone.
But warmth comes not from within
Alone, and the hearths without can heat
The heart once lost to frost.
The heart drinks in this ice melt,
And grows strong. It is toughened by the long winter,
No longer lost on paths of ice and snow.
It has been that way before.
Tomorrow I will learn from today's chill,
Not content to simply stave off cold bones
And Icy veins.
There is more to life than Shivering.
I will Never be Good Enough. But I will Change Minds.
- Jack Holder
No comments:
Post a Comment