Just Being

C 2002

It’s awfully cold inside these walls
The air just steals my breath.
I float around, invisible
Never heard and scared to death.

Alone and have I always been?
It seems so familiar to me.
This chill I feel within my bones
Reoccurs so suddenly.

My history is filled with this
Just ask my hardened heart.
I’m growing quite accustom to
These frozen words and darts.

To say that I have accepted such
Would be a lie�"‘tis true.
To say I’m drifting far from here
Would be much easier to do.

This place that was to be a home
For hearts entwined by love
Has become a stomping ground of sorts
And my heart’s been stomped enough.

Only time will tell the day in which
Winter will turn to spring,
And if my heart survives the freeze
Can I be more than--just “being”?

Old man winter comes along
Killing life all around,
But does he ever give of life
Or just place it in the ground?

Quietly now, just as before
My heart will hibernate
In hopes that love will one day come
And quickly change my fate.

I’ll listen for my chance to come
To be more than just “to be”
It may only be through life after death
That I’m able to just be ME.

Reviews

[Christopher Kneipp]

Nice imagery, Hope your not in as dark a place now as u were when you wrote this.