Winter (12/18/10) Poem by Melissa Mary

Quiet, cold, and broken.
Uncomfortable, numbing, and frozen.
Burnt red skin and cracking ice.
Cold, little tears spilling out of the sky.

I will be hiding under the blanket.
A blanket of white, a sheet of chill.
Eyes closed, waiting for you to find me...
With my hands pressed against my heart so still.

I'll be singing a song so slow and so sweet.
Beckoning you to my side.
I'm sure you will hear me through all.
Calling you into the white.