thaw me

should I let the spring
thaw me? 'cause stubbornly
I'd like to stay frozen, numb;
safe in the cold draft

that captures my soul,
maybe I'm afraid to let
something grow in my
barren heart, it has

been vacant so long,
I forgot what it was
like to be filled with
something more than

emptiness, should I let
those arms wrap around me,
melt those icicles off me,
let the sun shine through?