Stone-Cold Heart Poem by Doris Cornago

Water feels nice to drown the feet

Like drowning sorrow in a sleet

I am cold and numbed from the crush

Of inattentiveness, sorrow's slush...


Talk of sorrow like a piece of pie

One pushes down with gulp of hot tea

With a fork one can slice, or mash

Tiny slivers lost in teeth or tongue...


Talk of pain like a shot through the arm

Of needle in a doctor's sterile cubicle

Sting comes and goes in an instant shot

We often seek freedom, but seldom find...


Excess sorrow is something you can know

Throw that sumptuous pie if it's poison

But freedom is a need that makes you live

Eternally, when at last, it comes complete...


An icy cold maiden is how you found me

More of a stone formed out of the sea

Thrashed about by life's trickery

You seared me, thawed my stone-cold heart...