A Sonnet

The cold it seeps into my soul

It drains my life and leaves a hole

For where I was alive to speak

I am no longer strong but weak.


If only I could rally round

And put my self on firmer ground

Lift a limb and wave for help

A full grown man, no untried whelp.


And, lo, behold, a sign I see

A calling calling out to me

A stranger heeds my need and so

I lift my eyes and forwards go.


Is life so built, can truth be known

By claiming breath is free to own.


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