cold water.

much may have happened in your life or in the lives of the people around you. i wanted to dedicate this short poem to all those who feel that they're crumbling inside, who feel they're alone, who don't recognize their self worth.

cold water.

i lived a song
in a long winter.

with the only hope
to see the light of day,
to feel the warmth
(the breeze)

so i sang a song
as my flesh dripped
off my being;
ravaged by the winds,
whose thorns were grown for

no
one but
i.

but even as my own blood ran from my tears
i'd know the song was not mine alone.
that

i

can and will (in time- whose only
guardien angel was guradien angel to mine)
sing this all too familiar
melody with people just like

me.





Emmanuel.