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.