A REFLECTION

Cold winds wrap my cold body

as I face creature fronting me;

I’m ablaze, she’s static

staring at me, frail, and very weak

Lifting my hands, it glares above

I open my mouth about love;

but stands exhausted, still, voiceless

I know that she feel the anguish

This badge continues to inflict

the pain that goes through my convict;

suppressed, bottled-up, and concealed

with barrels of laughs and worthy deed

Every night she would conquer me

whelming my soul and my body;

but I shall ne’er stand weary, weak

for she’s there immobile, static.