Revisiting.

I remembered this poem and wanted to dig it up again.. enjoy.

blue

warm inside, we are with you

yet outside cold, the world is blue

the sun, it cannot make its way

for many clouds have come today

and so it is, I think, with hearts

that freeze with cold, and break apart

with icicles of hurt that form

like bars they keep out love that’s warm

the ice builds up to form a wall

and slowly now that creature falls

frost sets in, deep to the core

love is not found there anymore

yet in these walls there’s no such thing

there’s peace and joy, and voices ring

while blue outside, cold and alone

here in this place, we have a home

Momma Bean