With the intent of ignoring the deep winter
I sent my heart into hibernation
To sleep long and hard
With only the warmth of stored belly fat
Protecting me
True it was a brutal season
True I laid long beneath the drifting snow
Dreaming of the climbing summer sun
The happy handed waves of strangers
The kiss of morning dew
I grew tired of the rest and grew restless
Cramped and curled in a ball of caverned indifference
I longed to stretch from the confines
Of my fetal position stay away slumber
Open myself the warm up of the world outside my den
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The title of the poem is meaningful and appropriate. Loved it. A nicely crafted poem.