An Inner Teen Poem



A poem by Violet

I can feel the cold even between my toes
Naming the separation clear and clean.
Funny how it seeps into me;
Summer heat never penetrates,
just hovers, as closely as someone

with no respect for personal space,
making a slick river of my spine
I love the winter wind outside;
My window is open a crack so I can hear
The unnamable rush in its currents
Making an arctic paradise of my room,
A tundra so desolate that only I can survive,
Frozen into my cocoon
Beyond the reach of the bravest explorer.
If only it could be frozen this way;
My door closed against reality, a lonely night,
The icy steadfast wind.

Excerpt from Make the Best of Your Teen Years- 105 Ways to Do It.


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I am a retired psychologist now writing freelance . I have published Commonsense Wisdom for Everyday Life, Young Man of the Cloth, The Pastor's Inferno, Navigating Life: Commonsense Reflections for the Voyage, Release Your Stress and Reclaim Your Life, and Make the Best of Your Teen Years. I wrote a newspaper column in Batavia, NY for fourteen years. My articles are now available in my free newsletter, Sliding Otter News. Subscribe free at

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