Cold

The world is cold, and dark with no heat

Leaving your heart frozen, almost dead with no beat

 You feel frozen from the world’s chill, as if placed in ice

It is almost as if it does not exist, the word ‘nice’

Hurt, angst, callousness, and spite

They freeze your entire being, not matter how you fight

You tread through the bitter winds, but the freeze weighs you down

To your breath you are cold, even with the meekest sound

Collapsing to your knees, you clutch tight to your shoulder

And cry frozen tears, asking if it is over

A look into the darkness tells the answer is ‘nope’

You sense a sad end with no warmth and no hope

But then in the darkness, light shines, yet as a small speck

Suddenly you feel heat from your feet up to your neck

You rise to your feet and shiver as you stand

And reach out the light with an open hand

Although small, the light is warm, like that of a sun

You feel heat rise in more ways than one

The light now in hand and up to your face

Then one light shines, but in another place

From you heart, light bursts and soon takes form

Yet too it is small, but you feel twice as warm

With warm lights in hand, you see more in the dark

Aligned in a trail for you to embark

Now you proceed, unbound by the wind’s hold

You bask in the warmth, now no longer cold