The Cold

Each Breath freezes as it enters the air.
The cold tendrils reach through to the bone.
Each tendril causing an ache like an electric shock.

Muscles tied in knots then shaking caused from tension.
Movements become unsteady.
Focusing the eyes more and more a chore.
Each ache a test of endurance.

The body’s response causing deep seated fears.
Is this how the end will come, betrayed by the body?
The mind screams, roaring its denial.

Each spasm another test,
and still no one knows.
Endurance is the only hope.

With pain as ever present, as the cold,
the body resolves this to be the norm.
Somehow still functioning.

No one seems to notice.
Breathing a steadying stream.
The facade held.