In the darkness of my heart a river flows

It didn't matter if the air around was cold, it could have been piping hot and I wouldn't have noticed. Every breath I take is long, deep and chilling. The thermostat is on hyper and the breath freezes into ice shards which stabs deep into the recesses of my heart. Overflowing into my veins, the river invades every thought and feel. I am alive once again. Where once emotions stagnate in the wells and remain motionless, now it resonates to every breath that flows into my constricted lungs. Painful nevertheless, it is proof that I feel again.

At the end of the river, tears form and I cry, for the first time in many months.