Conflict

So conflicted are nature and wisdom
Body and mind in constant battle
"Give up, move on," says one to the other's tears
The constant ache and sudden shudder at your touch steals the first's powers

It's winter again, the season of void
My hand, surrounded by cold wind only, freezes
Not brave enough to reach out and touch you
Too affraid to return to my empty pocket

So mid-air I pause, not going to, niether fro
It is impossible to return to safety's bind
And having not the faith to leap

I fall