The inner cold
12.30.05 (2:26 am) [edit]She stood there numb,
empty,
devoid of all feeling, and emotion.
Knowing that it covered an inner turmoil
that would soon swallow her whole,,,
draining out life
leaving a shell
that would talk,
smile,
converse,
but really nothing there......
no one knowing the difference.
One night alone
filled with an inner coldness that numbed,
her tears frozen in a self protective shell,
wanting to die,
since death could not be worse than this;
non-existence desired.....
no numbness
worse than pain to endure,
just sweet non-being,
something to be embraced,
held,
longed for.
Without asking,
as she contemplated death,
her inner world
filled with ice,
and arctic winds
that howled out all the world,
a silence came,
soft, respectful,
a gentle touch
almost unfelt,
but so deep and inner
that hope took root.