I feel the ice
Congealing round my heart
And like frost bitten toes
My emotions drop off
Empty shells, dead to the core
The winter days encircle me
The coldness seeps in
I have forgotten what summer is like
The beautiful blooms of spring
Are nothing but an old tale
I shiver on the porch
As I wait for these days to be over
Hoping that I will once more see the sun
That this ice palace in my chest will finally melt
And I will feel again
“From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” Psalm 61:2 (NIV)