Sharp like shards of glassy ice,
The harsh winter chill stabs through the entirety of me as I step outside.
Rough and raw, I fight through it,
the only thing keeping me fighting the battle is the thought of the warm fuzzy fire that with every passing second becomes a nearer event.Despite my fierce determination to beat the threatening freezer it continues to slow me,
drowning me, suffocating and stiffening in the darkness.
There’s no hope of the sun saving me now, that bright and golden warm and welcoming friend that I wished away on those hot summer days replaced with cold unfriendly winter nights.