6/22/92 about 6:00p.m.
c 1992 Stephanie St. Claire


(Unfreezing the denial of TBI grief)

You touched me.
Your icy hand,
cold, and dead,
and devoid of humanity
touched my soul.

Frozen without freezing.
Years later
the numbness now
only begins to thaw.

The agony of warmth,
melting the eons,
causes wrenching pain
in a grown child's soul.

Healing frostbite,
I writhe in pain,
missing fingers, missing toes,
fighting for life
with a frozen soul
and beg the glacier
to return.