you will be the death of this frigid soul!

how i long for togetherness and sincerity,
and the patience to hold out for what
this heart longs for most!

i must hold out,
i am a mere branch
on the Vine of all life!

there must be more to my temporal,
trivial,
petty suffering.
nothing will resound until i begin to shed these layers
of self hatred,
faithlessness,
and indulgence.

i have shed my fearful skin.