So cold it eats into my bones
My neck and shoulders freezing
Looking for sunlight to come through
To see this weather easing
From my kitchen window I gaze in hope
Not just for a change in weather
But for the bonds that find me here
Like a constant unseen tether
This prison of my own design
The mistakes I must see and own
Like imagined fields of furrowed earth
My choice of seeds were sown
But the bitter harvest has been gathered in
And prices paid for the sheaf
I can’t look back at frozen ground
Too see that frosting thief
There is hope now of brightness
I must grasp it while I can
For the new will lend to warmth of heart
And there create a different man
The frost will melt before us
With truth then light to free
Then once again in the mirror’s gaze
At peace with the reflection to see.