I think I might – can –
Beat back this creeping coldness
That wraps like water
Around the heart, soul, of me,
Freezing lifeforce inside cubes.
I have every word
I have come to know, befriend,
A useful well filled
With love, faith, wisdom, magic,
Enough to warm my being.
I will not silent
Give my peace over to be
Sent into empty
Where no work ever becomes;
For there remain words, in me.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 