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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Sobriety in Canada | from Jules - Saturday, March 05, 2005
accessed 1246 times You can only manage the cold so long
And then it starts to eat at you
Your skin, your bones, your soul. I’m coming back inside
Shutting out the wind and swirling snow
Shaking off my winter layers
Peeling off my boots and socks
Sitting myself in front of the fire
Holding up my face to the searing heat
Feeling slowly coming back into my fingers and toes
Creeping up my limbs.
God, it hurts.
Where is a St. Bernard when you need one? |
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