I wrote this a few years ago. I find it interesting that the same things that I sometimes use to numb out/distract myself are also the things that unexpectedly occasionally touch my heart.
Give me a cup of tea,” she said,
“I need a cup of tea.
Something to sip the day away,
Warmth to comfort my frozen heart.”
“Give me a book to read,” she said,
“I need a book to read.
Something to take me far from here,
Sorrow to stir my frozen heart.”
“Give me a summer storm,” she said,
“I need a summer storm.
Something to wake me up again,
Monsoons to melt my frozen heart.”