Inching Towards the Tundra

The coldness in my heart.

It gives me chills.

How did I get here?

I was always spreading warmth

Tried to be the bright sunshine

In the lives of others

Even though I was facing ...

Dark days of my own.

I tried to give warmth

To those who were down

Those who were destitude

But...

I am no saint.

A smile in return.

A thank you.

A "hey, how are YOU doing?"

Was all I expected in return.

It feels like I asked for too much.

I never got it.

I know many of us don't.

Many of us who don't,

We turn cold.

Our hearts become ROCK SOLID.

Unable to care

This is the worse that we can do...

Who was it who said

That the opposite of love

Isn't hate.

It's indifference.

And that's how I feel right about now

As you all while away

Busy in your own lives

That I helped to grow

But like yeast

That helps rise

You think of me as an infection

And threw me away

Now I fall

Because my own power

Is gone.

Brr.