A Frozen Winter

The chills I feel inside wear down my bones,
The blood that once ran warm has ceased to flow.
My soul has made my body icy stones;
The winters croaking jaw brings sleet and snow.
The grip it holds me with won’t let me free,
It's bearing icy claws into my skin.
Compressed by life’s endless monotony
I fear the warmth will never let me in.
Instead, I cleanse my body and my soul
So baptism can instigate my youth.
Rebirthing and purifying makes us whole.
The rite of spring brings sacramental truth.
The spring has come to warm my frosty limbs,
But now the winter’s charms I come to miss.