On My Way

Blood thickens over time with exposure, a life spent in frigid night.
Mine is still thin from a childhood of heat, not content in frigid night.

Was I prepared? Perhaps I was naïve, thinking the sun would shine.
It had all my life, but now the light ripped to dark, rent in frigid night.

Fingers froze shoved deep into absent warmth, quick steps echoed.
Breath swirled around numb ears, followed as I went in frigid night.

Time is of the essence, as they say, punctuality is the soul of business.
Picking up the pace, I stumble-stepped downhill, bent in frigid night.

Stillness took over. It was time to wait, but I had no time for patience.
If I jump in place will they stare? Stomping puts a dent in frigid night.

A moment of appreciation for the chauffeurs of public transportation.
I settled into enjoying the comfortable warmth absent in frigid night.

Fog on the glass reminded me I had not escaped forever. How long?
Nearly long enough to forget blackness, to not lament in frigid night.

Too soon comfort whisked away, I stepped out and bowed my head.
Despite my desire for the stars, the wind does not relent in frigid night.

At last, my destination reached, I was free for a while to enjoy the view.
Learn to drive, Ana. Get yourself a car to avoid torment in frigid night.