Cold Hold

Behind 71 years of life; we seek what seems to soothe the soul. An unattainable answer that seems far beyond reach. We deny that we ever go looking, in fear of the glances we attract.

For the 25 times we've cried; we laugh it off and brush the thoughts that caress our minds daily. We seem to think that it's only right to hide what should be revealed. Each day we wrap ourselves in one more layer, each day we thicken our stance.

For on the 22nd year; it's tucked so far within that it takes years to melt the cold we've built. It's buried so deep beneath that most of the times we forget it exists.

By the 52nd time, we've tried; To not get hurt, to not feel pain, to not have the label of weakness attached to you, we struggle to keep calm and composed. It's frighteningly real and impossibly gut wrenching when you fight to keep it under control. But that's what happens when you try to hide the obvious.

For the 81st time; Your ice cold heart breaks into a thousand pices. Your rigid mind bursts from the rules and regulations.

Sometimes we forget we're only human.

Sometimes we forget we're liable.

Sometimes we forget we have a heart.

Most of the times we shun what's Love.