Five: Comfort on a Cold Day

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For my best friend. I love you always & forever... xoxo

COMFORT ON A COLD DAY

Wet.
Cold.
Tired.
Rain bullets plummet from the sky pelting
away at my clothes as if beating
me for some unknown sin.
A few miles more until I am warm.
Searching for my path amidst the storm
my arms become a shield as I lunge forward
between pottles and puddles - brown splashes heard
in my hurry to close the distance.
Skipping and shot a million times over I wince.
Wetness seeps through my clothes trapping me in an icy chill.
A lighthouse for a lost ship is my home for my will.

Numb.
Muted.
Frozen.
Tornado twirls of icy winds surround me as I stand at its centre, still and invincible
though moving somehow by some un seen force that is invisible.
I push a little further upon reaching my gate.
Now as bitter ice clenches me I can no longer wait
to seek refuge in my warm home, inviting
me in. With relief I sigh finally smiling.
The feeling of happiness and gratitude oh, how
it floods my veins now!
This feeling exists too
when I see you.

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