icebox

i no longer sleep under

blankets and cuddle in

tight tangles

i do not yearn the feeling

of protection

perhaps i am now

immune to the cold 

prickles of solitude

and self confinement

that hits me in constant

shudders.

i do not let myself

melt with the warmth

now

i have many reasons

to give me hope that

perhaps if i could

stand the chill i 

can then learn to freeze

with it

for eternity