Scarred Souls

My heart was pierced cold, long ago,
Each of its chambers slowly frozen.
My touch, my thought, white as snow,
I wonder why I was chosen.

Still stepping forth, still carrying on,
Despite my shivering bones.
My sight misty, like a winter’s dawn;
My mind crumbling into stones.

Remind me why I persist to breathe,
Remind me why I insist on being.
It is as though I do naught but seethe,
While my soul is slowly fleeing.