there is warmth

hot drink and fire

just inside the door.

you see it through the window

standing outside

in falling snow sodden.

 

what is it that hesitates,

that keeps hands down at sides

feet unmoving

shallow breathing?

 

you want all that is bright

and meaningful and cordial

on the other side

(i see the longing there)

 

what will it take to lift the latch,

to come in out of cold

frozen-hearted

but able to be softened,

mended?

 

but still, there you stand.

you have not run….

and that in itself could be

considered courage

 

–perhaps you’re simply getting ready.

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