Water&fire Skies Poem by Tara W. Johnson

I stand here feeling like I got cold feet...


Words frozen not even a whisper speak...
How can this still be the coldest winter ever..
suffocating words with such desire, you would,
think the warmth of the breath would create a
camp fire, spit fire, telling scary stories with 5 more
liars...Even though my bones are strong, my skin is
warm, shivering while awake I exhale my warm breathe
over the lake a bright golden light shine in my eyes so,
I stood there Frozen. Words unspoken, Thoughts trying to Speak!

(I just can't)