Alone

I know
I have to go
where the ice
stays
and grows
more than
it melts,
where
there are no
flowing streams
where I can
catch
or see
my own face,
where
I'll have to find
my way
making friends
with the icy wind,
who'll gnaw
into my bones
to check
if I'm still alive,
I know
I have to go
where
light and dark
will take on
another form,
and I will learn
to live
with both;
I know
that is the place
that drives
me
and the world,
where
I will find
warmth
not in the
stark white cloak
of an
endless winter,
but under
my own skin.