Written after an argument with my husband


Freezing

Freezing in my own heart's winter,
Clutching myself with my self,
Hunching shoulders against wordwinds,
Grabbing ego tatters,
Trying for warmth as icicles form,
Clenching teeth, hands.
Dying for a loving syllable,
Unwilling to utter one.




Poetry by Becca Allison
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Written on 2008-04-04 at 16:39

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like a bad argument - but I do know the futility of arguing with somone - in my case it became fatal - advice, never go to bed on an argument - I remember also that its pride that stops us being the first one to say I love you - your poem made me remember things

Elle x
2008-04-04