Fire in Ice

Can my anger melt through this disconnection?

Adrift in disconnection,
Again.

Which version of nothing is
This?

Expansion of my reality growing
Bigger,

Or the past, flowing it’s waves 
Through?

Either way, I’ve lost my heart
Anchors.

This time feels particularly
Acute.

Like ice has formed on
Everything.

Everything—except the fire in my
Guts.

I’m not sure if my anger or my passion is
Driving.

I’m riding that edge of delicious and
Devastating.

My mind is unusually still in all this
Cold.

What a contrast holding them
Both.

Where are you heart
Anchors?

Can you hear my crying to
Connect?

Some days this whole human thing
Blows.

I am feeling exquisitely alive at the
Moment.

I guess that feels better than just the 
Ice.

Ok. I receive this. Whatever is going
On.

Will my fire start to melt this icy 
World?

I can feel the edges inside starting to
Drip.

This one might take 
Awhile.