warm chest and a beating heart.

The air was cold and it stung against her fingertips.

But she sits outside and watches each breath

as if to prove to herself that she was still breathing.

And she sat there and let the coldness of the air overwhelm her until she finally forgot 

what it felt like to ever be warm.

And she watched as the bitterness of her heart was reflected in the bitterness of the air. 

And when the sun came up it never seemed to welcome her

but she didn't mind because she was more comfortable in the darkness anyways.

She watched as the birds flew by and they mocked her.

They mocked her because she never had the courage to fly.

Because society weighed down her wings a long time ago.

And so she stayed on the ground.

But she didn't mind walking because the pain in her bones and the aching in her toes was the only

thing that reminded her that she was alive. 

She was alive.

And one day she decided to welcome the sun 

and she sat and watched as the sun removed the numbness in her heart.

And she remembered what it felt like to be warm. 

She remembered what it felt like to have a warm chest and a beating heart.