Winter Funk

My head

a bucket of glue

slows my thoughts

drains my happiness

My heart

a lonely icicle

stabbing me with indifference

My tooth

absent

unable to crack the nut of understanding

My stomach

a bulging reminder

of that which I cannot conquer

My ankle

weakened by the charge through life

A wonder of engineering

likely to collapse when I need it

My mind

stable like a rock

filled with crevices of thought and wonder

but boring

and easy to climb over