As I step out
Into icy air
My face is plated stiff with the cold.
I take a step
Then another step
Each one weighing down upon my soul.
Many a mile
I travel down then
Rigid, aching and burdened by sores.
It takes long but
After some time I
Find relief when I enter indoors.
The cold though has
Refused to leave me
Silently, in me it does reside.
I rub my palms
Then I hug myself
But the heat just cannot reach inside.
My head is numb
My heart is heavy,
I rest then, dully upon my chin.
I close my eyes,
A face appears
And kindles a cosy warmth within.
Then there comes hope
That the morning will
Shed its winter cloak off in sunlight.
I shall return
To where I belong
Lonely no more, being alone inspite.