concealing my unkind hurt.
Then the cruel winter’s wind of remembrance decides to rise,
it enters the tiniest seam, it finds its way underneath the confined layers.
The ruthless cold shakes my being,
flooding me with memories,
reminding me of the days I walked naked,
freezing to death by my consuming pain.
give you a renewed gratitude of your survival.
and that although some aches can well be sheltered, they will never be completely forgotten.