Photo by Josh Hild
Have you slipped within a lost
a past you’ve never told
And feared the way it watched you,
as you dared to taste the cold
Or maybe you’ve forgotten
with each step or distance grown
The weight of guilt delivered
would be carried by the cold
How does one describe the lost
we carried in our hands
When we never glanced our eyes
on what we sense to be so cold
Our grip had laced the finest lines
across the bodies shell
And kept the pain our fingers
had delivered from the cold
Each detail wove, each line defined
a record for the soul
And in each line a burden laid
embedded by the cold
The pain, the walk, the breath, the touch,
it never would let go
It nest itself throughout my whole
to dance within the cold
And I would fear to love in life
what Destined had to hold
And shame in tears than have the wanted
taken by the cold
And I would run so forward blind
with nowhere left to go
And I could not escape
what laid behind me was the cold
I stopped, too weak to run, too weak to fear, just frozen old
I turned my head and prayed inside, that I could stand against the cold
Its touch was close, I felt it now, was this goodbye, I didn’t know
Until I watched it at my feet beneath its ground begin to fold
One by one, each fold was laid,
and formed in such a meek display
I couldn’t help but be amazed
by such a stage the cold had made
Its wonder flowed throughout inside;
and sheltered all I tried to hide
I still felt shame in some I saw,
yet I have never stood this tall
Ironic was the word, I dared to chant,
that I had chose
When all the warmth I couldn’t reach before
was closer from the cold
It continued to unfold,
to rise and rise and rise, don’t go
A voice that sounded like my own,
had promised never to let go
From this I realized where all my strength
was carried once before
And from that moment on
my dreams were closer to explore
And as each slept, my life would rise
to brace the bodies hold
And as I cried, awakened,
I was carried by the cold
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