She walked away from the fire
It was all too familiar and hot
No matter the warmth it provided
She went to find her afghan instead.
Those standing around the wood burner
Questioned her place in the cold
They didn’t know of the scars
On her feet to the back of her head.
So she shivered in the night air
Ignoring the invites to come
Although they all looked comfy
She knew too well what fire could do.
Now there was no more afghan
Since someone else took it from her
She knew that she could get closer
But it scared her just being in view.
So when you see someone shivering
And wonder why they don’t join in
Some things are harder for others
That make perfect sense to you.