I shiver in my night dress
Windows open and curtains flowing
Hearing the rain patter ever so gently on the window sill
A body frozen in the present moment
A mind that wanders into the inevitable past
A brain that squelches beneath the skull
A yawn that is icy and has no echo
Everything is still
Everything is silent
I’m frozen in time
So I wait for a rescuer
Except my soul is cold
My soul is broken
You can see my smile
But you can’t see the shiver in my vertebrae
Who are you to judge?
Do you feel the same way?
Or maybe so…
Help me in a way that you’d help yourself
Crying. Lonely. Shaking.
No one there for comfort