Numbness

Numbness

A Poem by Mallory N. Young

The numbness is unbearable,
the cold seeping even deeper
into my skin,
all the way to the bone.
I can't feel my hands.
Are those really my hands?
I see them
but I can't feel them,
as if they have ceased to exist.
Finally I stumble inside,
the air greets me
with a warm welcome.
The numbness is ebbing away,
my blood flowing back to the limbs,
creating a gracious, painful tingle.
Everything hurts coming back to life.

© 2011 Mallory N. Young


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Mallory N. Young
Mallory N. Young

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I'm a student in college and I'm studying English and Creative Writing (this is mostly on my own since my school doesn't have a major or a minor for this which sucks). I love reading, writing (of cour.. more..

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