I am cold,
I am unwelcoming.
You see me as this beautiful thing,
When I will stab you when you are turned Away.
You treat me as if I am a paradigm to be shared and aspired to.
When I will bite off your hand if you touch me.
For if you touch me I will disappear like a kite in a twister.
Carried away and looked at kindly,
When I am a craven thing that will only do what will further my survival.
Stepping on your throat,
I will do it,
Because my survival depends on it.
Eating my dominant, right arm to survive the winter.
I will do it.
Anything it takes to survive.
Because
Life will always find a way to survive.
No mater how, ugly, unseemly, or wrong it is.
Life will always survive.
It will always find away like hope,
It will always survive.
