365 Days of Poetry — Day 91

In the bitter cold —
I am in the bitter cold.
My skin rises and reacts to the wind;
My body numbs and clings to the life within.
My eyes grow heavy and dark;
My limbs fall weak and I begin to fall apart.

It is in that moment told;
It is in the bitter cold.
It is there that I felt warmth grow across my skin;
My body is flushed with fire, and purified from sin.
In the bitter cold–
I am warmed from within the bitter cold.

-Brittany Rose

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