cold

the cold is a lonely being

step out

that brisk gust of wind greets us with goosebumps

we bundle

we hide our face

we do everything we can to get away from it

cowering beautiful chills

the cold is a lonely being

the cold makes enemies it does not want

a war tactic used to flush out the vain in us

we are the most vulnerable in the cold

we can’t handle polarizing tingles down our spine when the breeze grabs us by the toes

the reason why it chases you as you walk

is because all it wants is a chance

someone to see the good

its just as lonely as you and I

we hold it accountable for what it cannot help

we don’t like the breeze because we can’t always protect ourselves from it

a towering burden in which we cannot hide

the cold is a lonely being

you step out of your house and the color flushes from your cheeks and your fingers want to hide in a warm glove

but greet the chill

let it leave its subtle pink lipstick mark on your nose when it kisses it

you could give it a chance

the ones you wish people would give you

because when it comes down to it

it’s just as lonely as you and I 

(Ik this isn’t really “Heath and lifestyle” but poetry is a thing that really improves my mental health and gives me peace so if anyone shares my passion and has some things that could make it better, please share!! If you took the time to read then feedback would be great and thank you!!)