Cold

At times I turn the heat down, to where it is warmer than the wintery outside but still cold. Initially I blamed it on the heating bill, which still bears most of the reason why, but in ways I liked to be a little chilly...to get under the covers in bed and have to rub against the sheets to get warm. Cold is such a negative term when applied to people. If a person is cold, then synonyms would be mean, callous, evil, un-feeling. But maybe at times we all are cold...or should be allowed to be. I am not talking about the way the words that often describe cold are used-but just not warm. Being alone, when the world wishes to embrace you, is cold or has been defined as such. Look at stars who dodge the media, atheletes who do not sign autographs for little kids, teachers who only talk to you during office hours or class...all cold. Maybe they just wanted to be alone on that day-the day they were then labeled as cold. For example, if you would like to be alone, if only for a moment, and someone asks you is that what you want or rather prefer and you say yes...well, that can be seen as cold. But, there are times when being alone is best...I don't know. It is obvious, not all questions can be answered by writing them out; the hypothetical remains...well, hypothetical.

But maybe I write it out in another manner-

cold
as if window left open on wintery morn
air in here is frigid
and the rationale not easy
to understand
nor explain
sometimes the weather changes abruptly
not necessarily anything
wrong
just the present climate
not suitable for the environment
so many toxics in the air
most invisible to the naked
eye
and I try to see it coming
prepare
but the temperature drops suddenly
and we no longer chilling
we are chilly
cold to one another
and though you may
leave for a warmer space
cannot wrap
a blanket round your emotions
hearts frozen
but pride will keep you outside
understanding
til your eyes well with ice
tears like crystal
fall...
shatter and break upon the ground
and we stand shivering
distant from one another
the winds of silence whipping
round
so cold

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