My Beast...

My tears have become frozen in the midst of this winter storm. I feel nothing but the bitterness that is left once you realize your summer days have come to its dreadful end. Despite my efforts to keep from shaking, the wind pushes on and beats down on me as if it were God’s own wrath. I crumple in a heap of shame and despair. I no longer have what it takes to keep me here. And while the warmth of your familiar arms is oh so tempting, it has us both wondering if this is all worth having. The discouraging words that spew from your mouth attack like Vikings against my ill prepared heart that at one point in time would have fought till the death. The pillaging is now welcomed with submission. While others march on I remain in hiding, in fear of stirring up the beast that only pretends to be asleep.