Numb

frosty ice

There is a stranger
living in my home
who keeps me in
a straight-jacket.
Ambivalent; impotent; sterile.
I cannot speak,
for fear of offending.
Cannot breathe
and the lack of air is suffocating.

Am caught in limbo.
Do not know how to break
this sense of dread.

It is a living death.

Am trapped below thin ice.
Can see the light
but do not have the strength
to break through.
Yet the warmth
that can give me life
is on the other side.

Too numb to move.

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