Evolving Emotions: Blizzard

My legs are like columns of sheeted glass

They burn with an anger

I have neglected them

Left them to be battered

By a blizzard, hardly forgiving

My hands chip like old plaster

Revealing the life underneath

The pain of red

Numbed in the cold

My hair discourages logic

Protests order

And wreaks havoc

In front of my eyes

Shielding my face

Enough to obscure

But not enough to warm

A cry inside

Screaming for

Something

Anything

To feel again

To know that all will calm

The ice sets in

Hardening the bones

Congealing their marrow

Hindering the joints

Straining the throat

The blizzard takes hold

Despite my hope

For a light flurry

Following the storm