Life is a Room

Sat by the radiator, heat
Spewing out, everything is
Warm and toasty, or at least it
Seems it should be.
Waves of heat ripple against the
White walls, a warm glow surrounds
The family room, yet it isn’t
All warm, there is so much cold too.

The curtains are drawn yet the cold
Creeps in, a draft cuts through the
Window and circulates more
Than the heat. Reality cuts through
On the cold breeze, a reminder of
Everything else that waits outside
Of the room.

A warm heart, fuzzy with hope but
A cold brain, frantic with fear
And terror.

Yes, Life is a room that blows hot
And cold simultaneously.


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