I have never been to Alaska,
Despite this freezing chill I bear.
My heart moving, but not open.
A simple beat, my frozen fear.
Icicles cover my eyes,
blinded.
I'm fighting, losing things I cannot see.
I hear voices saying, "my hearts too guarded".
Thier cold stares affixed,
convinced,
But not seeing me.
I have never been to Alaska.
It's freezing chill I'd spite.
My loneliness,
Depressed,
A reminder,
My heart is numbed,
succumed,
To frostbite.
Still longing for healing in my heart
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creative...really great assimilation with Alaska and the feeling of being depressed. very impressive.


