feeling alive

The cold was made to be felt.

My hatred for it grows every now and then,

But I long for the days that demand the cold.

My love and joy for that feeling flourishes.

Standing in the rain,

Feeling every drop soak into your skin,

Creating pools in your very existence.

Refusing the warmth from everything but your own body,

Creating fire with your hands and music with your teeth.

These are the days I am truly alive.

These are the days I feel alive.

These are the days I feel.

Reviews

[Matt B]

Hi Bella, really like this poem, so easy to feel the emotions, makes you feel calmed