The Price

I stood outside

without protection

dreaming of different paths

glaring white-hot fire

at the door, through the door

my rage, an unlit fire

keeping me warm.

I know a minute will pass

and I will open that door

relinquishing freedom

for security.

I hate you now,

despise your cold face

but I hide that hate away,

bury it deeper,

for one more short minute of peace;

which I will never have.