The Weather of the Heart

The weather inside is cold and wet,

My heart brings in storms of snow and makes the vessels slick,

with every breath, winds thunder the sanctity of thoughts around them,

no thought can come outside today for the weather is far too terrible.

I freeze inside the cold husk I live in with every snowflake, tears fill the soul,

flooding,

freezing,

Fears of the cold not ever leaving,

I know the Sun is in there,

behind the clouds so far,

But still I'm freezing,

it's so cold,

so ever old,

The cold is killing all the happiness,

all the joy,

leaving only barren patches of pain,

slowing driving me insane,

I don’t have a weather man,

to tell what tomorrow brings,

But the cold is here today.

As I age and want to driftaway,

I recall a long lost bawl,

from distant thrall,

Saying,

Praying,

Perhaps tomorrow, I'll have more Sun.