Walking in the winter afternoon
Incognito to myself
Seeing my reflection
On the frosted car windows
My face illuminated like an icy mask
By the cold February sun
If I don't recognize myself,
How can anyone else know me?
I am anonymous
I am the child of oblivion
Chilled air clearing my head of the clutter -
That furniture inside my crowded head,
Thoughts bordering obsessive-compulsive
And terminal uniqueness
That self-victimization which bores
But oh....how successful I am
Refraining from thoughts of love...
Thoughts of loving...
Maybe being "in love"...
Perhaps even being loved...
Winter is so perfect for retreat -
Spending all my time
And all my energy
Shivering under my layers
Blanketing myself -
As if to to keep warm,
Rather than bundling to conceal...
My breath smoking from my unkissed lips,
My face frozen without expression,
And my heart wisely in cryogenics,
Until a cure is found for what is ails me.
©2002 poetheart