The Decision Between Warm & Cold; Risk Vs. Familiar Poem by Libby Bechtel

Cold,
So cold
Living in a glacier,
Because I don't know different
I've been stuck here for so long,
I don't know if I could handle a change
I think that warmth would burn & cause scars
But then I'd just become accustom to it
So I wouldn't mind the burning after long

I've had a brain freeze for so long;
My emotions run hard
My blood runs cold
My heart is frozen solid; iced over
My eyes are glazed with frost
Would the warmth keep me the same; unchanged?
Or crack my code?
If it did change me,
Would it heal & help; show me a new world?
Or, perhaps, both?
Would the burning & scarring be a guilty pleasure?
Something that hurts,
But something that's familiar, so I just keep going back?
Or would I want to crawl back into my world of cold?

Let me introduce you to my world of cold,
It has a population of one,
But has frequent visitors
The ocean surrounding my glacier,
Are tears of mine,
Kept around to remind
The low hills are ups & downs of mine
The desert is my despair
The steep mountain,
That is my life
And, lastly,
My glacier, where I am currently residing;
Hesitant to leave

Cold,
So cold...

And alone


by Libby Bechtel (12/27/10) ©