Winter Heart

My heart is shutting down again
as fast as lightning strikes down a tree.
I thought I was strong enough
to let down my brick walls and
become part of the world again.
But to be a part of the outside world
I would first have to accept
that the people I love are gone
and they are never to return.

This pain is excruciating and it
tears me apart like a paper tissue
while shredding my hope of closure.

The walls come crashing down once more
to offer a very thin sheet of protection.
To be a part of the world outside
I have to learn to connect with others
which means opening up my heart.
But the coldness of death has jammed it shut
and there is not enough heat
to melt the icicles of sorrow.

So the walls remain down
and the heart remains closed
in the icy igloo of the past.

And maybe in time the sun will rise
waving goodbye to my winter heart
and offering me a summer of tomorrow.

Saffie
22

2/2/13