I will not delete this; I will not delete this; I will not delete this

My thoughts are just out of grip
My wall is up
My shoulders feel stiff.
The push of waves against my chest
The constant reminder
The heartfelt lack of rest.
That stinging tinge as the cold creeps in
That frost
That reaches out to every limb.
To stop would be so hard in this place
To go on would mean
To fight off inevitable angst.
I cling to all the warm thoughts I can hold
I cling to the comfort
I can not get from the cold.
My mind tugs at my bodies will
My throat closes up
My heart, it spills.