Confessions of a 5'1"

Oh how does my mentality fare?
Fair, so very fair I say.
Much to the discouragement of my
once fairest of mental welfare.

I really haven't a clue, an idea or even a notion!
Of where, who and how to consider
This so dubbed "feeling" of a thing.
This that was so unexpectedly fallen into my
poor, frigid, pair of hands
whom, too, did not know whether to
Grasp with what instinct it would have,
and yearn to hold dearly to my heart.
Or perhaps... let it quietly slip through
the fingers as the captain of the mind so commands.

Because! That "feeling" of a thing.
This "feeling". Is not exclusively mine.
It is shared--this so called "feeling" of a thing.
And what is shared I cannot take from you.
You, whom possesses the very same state of affairs.
So it seems in the way this concludes is with
the very slight slackening of my once  hopeful fists.

And so, interpret this how you will, but...
Winter has never felt as cold as this.