Holding Gold

Holding Gold

I find myself, standing in day….
Its glare is blinding and
I wince from its touch.

It’s warmth drives
My chill further into me.
I wrack uncontrollably
in the war
Between hot and cold.

I fall, unable
To contain the light;
unable to breathe,
Hyperventilating,
Cowering.

Seeing a red sear, I wince at
The sting of gold on my skin.
Oxygen deprived,
Collapsing, heaving…

What have I become?

Tears join the crippling refrain.

Help me.
Let me go.
Save me.
Get away from me.

In my sprawling contortion
Something cool kisses my toe.

I turn to see,…

Shadow.

The sting turns to burn,
As the light grips at me;

I reach for the cooling gray,
It comes to my beckon.
Sliding up my form, until
I am shadowed,
Once again.

Drawing cooling breaths,
I blink as my eyes readjust
To Familiarity.

I cry myself to sleep,
Ashamed. I dream.
I wake,
outstretched in cool caress,
The shadow sucking the
Heat out of my body.
Hypothermia, sets in.
Focusing on the dead
Weight that is my arm,
My fingers have breached
The edge of night, into light….
entwined
With gold.

Tears and smiles.
I reach into shimmer;
make a fist
Grasping what I
Cannot hold.

Gold holds me
And
Will not let me go…..