I am Stronger

Originally written November 23, 2007

You are cold personified -- become tangible --
     able to touch, see, and hear.
I feel as if the temperature has dropped
     several degrees since you walked in.
My fingers refuse to listen
     to the mental instructions I send to them.
They're completely numb and unresponsive.
And to think,
     it's all because of you.
You and your cold heart,
     the one encased forever in ice,
     the one that will never thaw
No matter how warm the summers may become.
You are immune to the summers.
     Immune to the golden sunlight and sounds of laughing children.
Nothing can reach you.
And I've given up trying.
I'm not going to waste my time trying to chisel through layer after layer,
     to reach the being that may reside within.
I refuse to lose myself to your vicious frostbite,
     my limbs will not turn black.
Nor will my heart,
     for my heart is strong.
Working overtime with no complaints,
     carrying my love to every part of my being.
To the darkest parts of my soul,
     illuminating all with my light.
I am stronger than you,
     stronger than your cold, blackened soul.
And because I am stronger,
     I will prevail.
Even in the darkest of nights I will keep moving on,
     watching the sky and finding my path by starlight.
I am stronger,
     I will prevail.