Oct 102014
I don’t know how to respond to coldness
the compressed lips, the eyes glazed over
or darting back and forth…cold
You know cold when you see it
You know cold when you feel it
There’s no mistake
no mistake if you are paying attention
Cold scares me more than raw anger
I have the urge to break through it
but often that;s impossible
I guess it’s a matter of acceptance
and being comfortable in your own skin
and just not letting it get to you
but for me, well, it just hurts
like an ice pick impaled in my chest
It make my brain slow down
and I don’t know what to say or do