A Winter Within
The winter brings its coarse face
With unforgiving wind that bites my cheeks
A cold too malicious to be embraced
The winter is real; it talks, it speaks
Dwelling on the bare bones under my armor of skin
Trying hard to not be buried underneath
A coat cannot contain the blizzard within
My sword of truth is frozen, stuck in its sheath
But how can I resent a season so vital to life?
An intrinsic belonging I can no longer deny
A solstice so cold but I am no longer numb
A cycle of the seasons that must go on
How can the coldest season be so warm?
And touch organs to unfreeze the youth, reborn?