A letter from the Cold to the Lonely

A Poem by Mary

Alone with my thoughts I succumbed to winter's chill.
There was quiet all around but my mind was far from still.
I laid in bed, imagined a lovers warm hold,
But phantom arms could not beat that terrible cold.

It was in night's darkest hours I felt emptiest inside.
So I waited for rest, I hoped all lonely thoughts would subside.
But like so much I had wanted it was late to come;
And so I escaped: forever asleep, forever numb.

I was finally devoid of pain, but far from who I wanted to be.
Because still and cold, I was empty of all who was me.
You see, it was the pain behind my eyes that colored my sight,
For we are the collection of our moments every triumph, every fight.

When life sends you chaos there are two things you can do:
Choice one: accept your defeat and let trouble break you,
Or put up a fight, keep the storm at bay.
But before you make a choice, I have something to say.

There's a truth about winter that, too late, I now know,
There is always solace to be found even, in the coldest snow.
So if tonight you feel cold and gray,
I beg you, hold tight to the promise of warmth and day.

Here's something to remember; I promise that it's true,
The beauty of love will make things better for you.
No matter how dark your night may appear,
Light will shine through the ones you hold dear.