Truth

Snow Globe

Lifeless tree limbs prick my tongue

With every word I speak,

And snow melt fills my eyes.

I live in a world of wonder, they say,

But I am a narcissus; I see only my own life.

And I know myself more than most-

Enough to look inside.

I peel myself open with a rigid, little feeling.

I pick myself up, and I heave myself inside.

I shiver, not from cold

Or snow or rain or ice.

I shiver from the beauty and fear

That echoes somewhere deep inside.

I think that maybe sorrow is at my core.

I stand in eternal winter, as I stare at it now;

My heart is a snow globe

With endless gray skies.

I revel in my sadness,

Because I know it’s real.

It feels so very good

To know that I am numb enough to feel.

I long for no fire,

No spark to light the way.

I’ll lose myself here,

And here I will stay.

The outside is never pleasing,

So I choose to live alone

In this wilderness inside myself

That I am happy to call home.

My heart bleeds a staggering red,

So stark against the white.

I travel farther still, of course,

For I have no will or hope or time.

This is who I am:

White, gray and red.

This is where I go.

My heart is in a freezer,

Preserving its dreaded love.

I stay here to keep it company

As I sit here in the snow.