by Julie Ackerson
The cold air beats at my window,
But I refuse to let it in.
I bury myself deeper in my blankets and close my eyes.
As I drift off, I can hear the thundering sounds from the outside,
But they can’t get me.
They will never be able to get in.
I have something that they don’t.
They envy me and mock me for what I have,
But I still won’t let them in.
It lingers in my soul, refusing to let go,
And I know,
That I will never give in.
They will never get in.
Last updated October 29, 2015