Perhaps a poem

It happened long ago -

a sharp tropical line

divided my heart into two.

My heart is part warm

and part colder from then.

I caged my favorite people in the warmer part.

The colder part collected colder dust

And colder it became every passing day

I cared not.

But I see it now.

The part warm heart is getting crowded.

The warmth of the love

the people in there radiate,

it's started melting the colder regions.

I weep out loud.

Like the melting glaciers,

my heart part melts with warm love.

Unlike the melting glaciers

my part melting heart ensures sustainability.

I will survive this melting.

I weep out loud.

My part colder heart melts out tears

knowing for sure that

people care to hold them for me -

to hold my ugly colder dust,

melting them into nothing 

with a warm smile of kindness.

I see them

I see how they see me

and I am afraid.

I fear letting them melt it all out.

I fear letting them see it all as I vent.

I fear this new overwhelming warmth.

I fear losing my familiar colder dust of my heart.

I fear the change.

I fear it all

when my heart slowly melts away

the traces of my tropical divide.

Perhaps, I will survive this fear.