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Statistically 29% of all sexual assault of adult women were perpetrated by a husband or lover. If you are one of these women, know that you are not alone.

I’m not ready for the morning.

I don’t want to face the sun.

I can’t take his warmth upon me now,

Shivering to the bones.

I can’t string the words together,

To express the cold inside.

If I could admit Spring to this Winter,

I would.

If I can just freeze here,

Pause here,

Frame it all through logical eyes.

I could die here.

Wilt here.

Maybe even let it all slide…

My shadow could breathe fire.

My cobwebbed corners all aflame.

Hand grenades and ashes

And I can’t feel a thing.

They’ll call it frigid.

And I will call it numb.

That I can watch it all burn,

And still be ice.

If I can just stop here,

Lie here,

I would tell you that it’s fine.

I could stay stuck here.

Freeze here.

Maybe even let it all slide…

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Second and fourth stanzas really stand out...the metaphorical nature of this poem makes
it a powerful look at how we can live our lives in a dark place, not wanting to let in the sun...when are emotions are so blown apart, we have no idea who we are anymore.
Our heart is frozen solid...and stays that way.
j.

[John the Baptist]

I think this poem is describing depression. The "cold inside," the sense of helplessness, the apathetic willingness to "let it all slide" all point to the inner paralysis that is a mood disorder. If distorted thoughts make their appearance, the speaker is in danger.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

I absolutely love this. The frigid shivering feeling it gives the reader, the longing for burning hot air. It's brilliant and you managed to make me and I'm sure, others who read this, shiver. It feels like I'm really cold while reading this and the wordplay is amazing too. The grief and feeling in this is palpable, too. An amazing piece!