Unclench My Hands

Thunder weeps its beauty in arctic waters

pale face sits suspended from reality

endless tears in frosted crystal pain

chilling whispers penetrate my soul.

Sobs of racing ocean storms

snow pounding my core in sleeted hurt

searching numbly for the distant shore

frozen by the breath of the frigid world.

Sun withers in absence of daylight

I am unheard and unseen, exhaled

by grey hordes of iced tomorrows

absent from yesterday's scenic paths.

I beg to climb in dead winter skies

warm my faint heart's weak pulse

unclench my hands and face the future.

Humanity holds my hand, steam arises

flaming icy walls of sorrow with warmth

struggling to reach out of shallow iced basin.

And so it happened - my body frozen in place

while my heart raced like a wild horse

as the thaw began, melting my numb heart.