Fire in Ice

Adrift in disconnection,

Again.

Which version of nothing is

This?

Expansion of my reality growing

Bigger,

Or the past, flowing it’s waves

Through?

Either way, I’ve lost my heart

Anchors.

This time feels particularly

Acute.

Like ice has formed on

Everything.

Everything—except the fire in my

Guts.

I’m not sure if my anger or my passion is

Driving.

I’m riding that edge of delicious and

Devastating.

My mind is unusually still in all this

Cold.

What a contrast holding them

Both.

Where are you heart

Anchors,

Can you hear my crying to

Connect?

Some days this whole human thing

Blows.

I am feeling exquisitely alive at the

Moment.

I guess that feels better than just the

Ice.

Ok. I receive this. Whatever is going

On.

Will my fire start to melt this icy

World?

I can feel the edges inside starting to

Drip.

This one might take

Awhile.