It’s Cold Outside

It’s cold outside
I think I’ll wait another day
to say what I feel
today I cannot think and feel
about our right to become
who we choose to be

It comes with a price
all this trying to share in some way
all this ‘doing things’ of worth and value
to belong and stay,
but is value a true sum for all I do or care?
Is there no other meaning
than that I just make the other feel like being there?

I am having trouble crossing
the threshold of fear
and the rope I have been tossed
keeps slipping from my hands

I’ve got a dirty house
and bills to pay
and I know it’s just another day
but it’s cold outside

rjh