Cold Comfort Pacing across the thickened ice, I study carefully with my device. Placing each step with delicate care, I ponder the life that strives out there. Where I'm going I am not sure, but I wear my coat and feel secure. I carry my load upon my back, But now I feel the ice will crack. This load I carry has made me sore. I can hardly bare the pain anymore. The ground beneath me soon gives way. Come grasp my heart so I can stay. Looking upward above my head, there came the time that I had dread. The tears I shed will quickly blend, within the substance that I am in. Silence I hear. I see no light. I reach in vain, and stop my fight. Here I am lost alone. No warmth no care to take me home. Yet I keep reaching up, up there, but no one reaches back or cares. I left them far behind you see. They've tried not to follow me. Oh, but so a sound I hear. Someone's footsteps drawing near. Her voice I hear. All so quaint. Catch my hand before I faint. Her hand quickly pierces the water's edge. Its touch shall answer my final pledge. The follower pulls me through the hole. Her warmth engulfs, consumes my soul. Thank you, dear, I cry no more, but have I felt your touch before? Patiently her voice awakens. Shortly, quietly, no time is taken. I saw a figure that I had known. Within my heart is where you've grown. I shall console and take yee home, for you may die but not alone. Dedicated to Cassondra Kirby TML + CASSONDRA
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem in contribution to the one I love so dearly, Cassondra. When I was in the shadows of my own darkness she was there to pull me out. I had not known her long when she had put her heart on the line for ME!
I thank her dearly!!!!
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