How Weak

How weak I am
To wander a snowy wood when my toes scream for warmth.
How weak I am
To dissect stars when both light and dark squander my vision.
How weak I am
To stand watch with the witching hours when my dreams beg for dominance.
How weak I am
To seek a composure when my eyes compose a watery cocoon.
How weak I am
To observe when all I want to do is act.
How weak I am
To merely tremble when a path presents itself.

How positively weak.

~E