Resignation (?) Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the winter capricious
and sharp breeze
of the night is surprising
with importunity of the wind

my helplessness is manifesting
itself with the helplessness
of cold, skipped hands
and the lack of the warmth

the life is leaking out from us
when we don't realize
that it not so and it is necessary to recover
from an illness not only for itself

somebody counts on us
somebody for us is counting
somebody for us is counting
what we still count on (?)