A Cabin in My Chest
From the cabin in my chest;  arose
My heart seeking for rest.
Snowbound, it had lain for years;  soaking
And weeping among tears.
A recluse among the bowels of my flesh,
It sustained my lifeblood while looking for rest;  from
The Winter enclosed in the ribs of my chest.
I looked for the Sun to shine through;   the bone gray haze
Of pain that looms,
Clouding the sky and causing a daze;  it kept
The cold to harbor the snow;  to isolate
The cabin in my breast.

Awake lifeblood to warm my limbs
Rush my soul and melt the stiff and lifeless hunks of my heart
Those broken pieces floating in the rivers of my veins
Like pieces of glaciers broken in the sea.

Awake lifeblood to heat my flesh
Bring me the warmth of Spring
Chase Winter away; let the ice melt into the Bay
Of my outstretched arms
to see the light of day.
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written by a Wyandotte Woman
Picture of the Blizzard outside
Native American Poet and Story Writer