The cold air bites at my chest,
chewing at my warm, smooth skin.
Bumps suddenly appear on my body.
Goosebumps, they call them.
I didn’t wish to be here,
alone and tired.
It isn’t my fault that this is all happening.
Mother Earth is yelling down at me,
screaming at me,
attempting to make me feel guilty,
but I didn’t do it.
I feel like I’ve blended in.
My time here has been endless,
or at least it seems.
I see ice,
yet feel hot.
She beat it out of me.
I feel sorry for those who were blamed.
They begged me not to tell.
They pushed me away from all humanity just to ensure of their safety.
all for nothing.
-one of my first poems