Wednesday, December 1, 2010

week forty-eight

the chill in the air
fuels the chill in my soul
I can barely feel my own heartbeat. 
these raindrops turned snowflakes
mimic the nature of my fears
I am scared of change
I am paralyzed by transformation
I dread each day for how it will be 
different from yesterday.
so now I'm stuck
stranded knee-deep
frozen in this state of being.
you look at these falling bits of frozen water
and see beauty.
I can't keep myself from shivering...


danilouwho said...

This is one of my very favorites, I love the softness, and your face and hair. Love it.

Maddie said...

Thank you for your nice comment on my blog!
I love this post! The editing and emotion is so soft and quiet. Beautiful!