Slumbering Strength

I cannot remember
when it really started.
A sort of
snow fall
in my heart.
I did not mind it at first.
I enjoyed the solitude,
the lengths of time away
from it all.
As years went by,
the snow continued to fall
and I noticed a faint
dulling.
I did not smile as brightly
or hug as tightly
or laugh as loudly
as I once did.
And,
worse still,
I cannot find it in my heart
to want to be warm again.
And that truly terrifies me.

~lt