FINE ICE
My heart is freezing cold
Like the fine ice of Antarctica
For I've uncovered the secret to life:
Live today for today—tomorrow will tend to itself.
I've felt the cold sting of expectation
Even sorrow knows my affirmations
Reciting them backward, from end to start
For I can't separate living from death.
Yet like the Penguins of Antarctica
I've relied on fearlessness to endure
To keep the cold and pain at bay
As I navigate life, day by day.
I've reduced my extremities
To make more room for warmth within
Traded fleeting pleasures for more
And freed myself from the weight of unnecessary thoughts.
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