There is a frost within you,
Crippling the light and the warmth.
Shaving love from your life,
And the ice won’t let you mourn.
You push all who love you away,
Striking out in rage and attempts to control.
I see the vulnerability within you,
The battle you’re losing in your soul.
The losses you won’t acknowledge,
Are losses just the same.
And somewhere in your frozen core,
Your heart faintly beats to denial’s refrain.
Only God can thaw you,
His, the only healing.
Your razor sharp defenses,
Cannot shred all feelings.
And when the blood is allowed to flow,
Warm from your hidden wounds.
I pray God grants you strength to endure
Until then, I’ll still keep loving you…
A glass vessel stalks his sanity,
Traps him in a protective shell.
Set adrift upon the ocean of his mind,
No navigation, no sail.
Unsinkable, dry and safe,
Able to rest with ease.
A Bystander in his own waking dream,
This prison is his reprieve.
To loneliness’ torment he’s numb.
He’s lived most of his life alone.
All the world offered him was pain,
This is now his home.
The doctors say the medication will help.
They will pull him back from his isolation.
From the fantasy world in which he dwells,
They don’t understand this IS his liberation.
Time will tell if the glass will break.
If the raging see will recede.
If his vessel of protection is broken,
Will he simply sink?
Just outside her window,
A sheet of glass away.
She sees past the familiar,
Through unrelenting drops of rain.
Life in graceful color,
Wings she wishes she knew.
To fly her from the four wall perimeter,
Which has dominated her view.
Isolation is not the same,
As my dear friend solitude.
Yet he proves my dominant companion.
He persuades me to stay in,
When I need to go out,
Holding me hostage in his unwelcome dominion.
I’m not sure if it’s fear,
Or perhaps mistrust, but
I’m comfortable with little interaction.
Yet, I’ve gotta say,
Part of me is discontent,
With my increasing social retraction!