Cold

My body is so cold; my bones are cold, I feel cold. And yet, through the chilliness on my bare legs and tiny shivers running through me, I have a warmth inside of me. A hope. A faith. A love. It yearns to burn. It burns when it chooses to. I wish it would burn with more fire and heat right now; I sure could use it to remove the chilly, icy feeling on my legs, on my body, in my bones. Ok, ok, so the fire is burning; burning calmly, yet wildly. It is burning brightly, yet unseen in the darkness of a body*s surface. The fire glows within in me for the wonderful purities of nature and life...and for those I deeply care for.

I think I care for most people; they deserve to have my optimism, however short in supply it may be. Still, there are only a few I care deeply and painfully for. Sometimes thinking of these few people warms me both inside and out. I guess it*s not working right now.

My fire inside is quiet, but providing heat; alas, my bones still have that numb stillness of being cold, and my bare legs are begging for some pants...~sigh~