By Yasen Vedrin
(Freezing Point)
A white bear is the faith I am holding
In a world that is freezing so fast.
No future perspective unfolding,
And no calendars turned to the last.
They keep telling me: "Think more globally!"
And they push all their charts in my face.
"Warmth is coming, it's real and noticed!"
As the ice melts away from its place.
But the fears in my heart that are shrinking
Are prepared with another scale to measure.
For by day, when at souls I am looking,
I see shivering hearts lose their treasure.
There is no sign of mercy or healing,
And the time is so blank, so colder.
Under clothes, everyone is concealing
What is holy, and personal, and bolder.
Ice is drifting and crawling, untamed,
A sharp iceberg is threatening in white.
Even if like Titanic my heart had been named —
It would perish and break in the fight.
Maybe ancient and deep intuition
Keeps my soul in a shield, unrevealed.
A white bear is my faith and condition
In a world that is freezing and chilled.
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