I cry out for assistance,
No sound, my lips are as rigid stones
My veins are lined with frost
My heart is encased in a crystalline lattice
My senses numbed to oblivion,
My mind entrapped ...
within the permafrost prison of its own creation.
I cry out for assistance,
Yet, no sound is heard.
My mind races blindly ... seeking refuge -
from the intensity of the blizzard
that has invaded my being.
Softly ... Quietly ... my eyes close -
like snowflakes drifting gently downward.
Suddenly I sense a change,
as light and sound invades
desecrating the sanctity of the darkness
in which I am engulfed ...
Pushing back the glaciers of oblivion
with each assault,
" A new day is come."
I breathe the sigh of a pardoned prisoner -
I am reborn - resurrected,
From the death ... called sleep.