pet – DavidtheDreamer

The lost cat…
a still and lifeless form—
an aching reminder
of the biting cold of childhood.

Once soft and delicate,
black fur became frigid.
Petrifying
to a child.

Cloaked in icy cold,
memory froze.
Terror took a stand.
Like thin ice, innocence cracked.

Sitting by the campfire…
peering into the past, I exclaim:
It is not your fault…
It is not your fault.

My cold toes
wiggle.
My thawing fingers grasp
twigs as they feed the fire.

The dam breaks…
the frozen terror
of a young child
melts.

By the fire…
I whisper.
It is not your fault…
It is not your fault.

DavidtheDreamer