Waves and Waters

My exterior
Is rusty and cold.

But inside,
rivers pulse through me.

I was afraid if you knew of my rivers,
you would drown.

The trashing, dancing waves
Throwing you overhead,
deeper beneath the tides.

My waters are dangerous.

So I turned cold.
Let my waters freeze.
I bathed in the snow,
and I slowly turned to stone.

Now, no one can get inside.

I thought I’d would be safe in here.
My own private igloo.

But the cold has numbed my fingertips,
and I fear the frost will bite my limbs,
and I will lose myself
piece by piece.

My waves and waters no longer dance,
for I’m frozen still.

I used to sway
with every pulse
and thrash,
to the music.
All too beautiful and terrifying.

I am tired of Januaries and stone.
I long to dance and sway again with
every crash
every tide.
Let me pour my river into you.

I feel so cold
but I am longing to thaw.