small flakes of ice surrounding
my heart
begin to thaw or flake off
and in this thaw i realize
how very frozen i am.
cold and numb
withdrawn
surrounded by beauty, friends, laughter-
all attempting to draw me into full life
a circle of warmth.
more, more more is coming.
always coming.
and when i sit with my self of selves,
deep inside dwells a heart like a lotus
open enough to hold all.
but right now, in a false move for protection,
a hurricane globe of thin ice surrounds the flower.
soon to be thawed
or quickly shattered
back from processing
into feeling
as i float, bob, sink and rise.
