I am so torn by the thoughts and thorns that strip my soul and make my secrets known.
What will I do? What can I do?
I am naked among those with clothes.
Cold and forgotten is all I feel and know.
I am without voice as there are millions who are heard laughing and cackling on the wind that passes by.
I am alone.
I am in a chair.
I can go nowhere else until I do what I am told.
I am always told what to do.
I may never speak against what I am told.
I die a little more today.
I am loneliness and despair.
I weep inside my thoughts a bit harder today.
I am dismissed and unwanted.
But what is this?
I feel the soft, warmth of a hand that covers one of mine.
I begin to thaw.