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
