Winter storm

As I stumble up the steps, hope fills my being.
I knock loudly on the door. Knock, knock, knock.
The cold winter storm rages behind me.
Gusts of snow blow up agents the back of my body.
As I stand shivering, I rub my hands vigorously.
They are so cold! Nearly frostbitten.
I wonder to myself how long it would take me to get warm.
I knock again. Knock, knock, knock.
I shift my weight quickly from one leg to the other.
I know the more I moved the warmer I will stay.
The cold bitter wind stings my face and chills me to the bone.
“How long will He take?”
With the thought that maybe he hadn’t heard me, I pound loudly on the door. Pound, pound, pound.
A few seconds go by………. No response.
No longer concerned about how my rude knocking will be taken, I take both firsts to the door.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
“Where was He? He said if I knocked he would answer!”
“Maybe He’s not home. Maybe He changed his mind………………”
I bang on the door again; Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Every blow feels like a thousand needles piercing my fists.
I turn and look out towards where I have come from.
The snow is coming down so hard. I can hardly see the pathway leading up towards the house.
There is no way I could go back out there. There is no way!
I turn back towards the door “Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang”
In desperation I begin calling out…………….. yet with no reply.
Fear fills my being. “what if He doesn’t come?”
I cant feel my figures or my toes. Soon my whole body will be frostbitten.
I continued banging “Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang”
Tears sting in my eyes, and freeze to my face as they fall.
My body is conversing uncontrollably.
Anger and confusion fill my mind. It feels like Ive been waiting for hours.
“Why isn’t He answering?”
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang”
No longer able to hold myself up, I slumped to the bottom of the door.
I sit with my face pressed up agents the wood doorframe and with one fist…… “pound, pound, pound”
I know there is no way He can hear my pounding if He cant hear my banging, but I have no strength left to muster.
With the snow falling fast and the nights cold becoming arctic, I give the door one last pound.
Im not even sure if my fist is hitting the door, my hand is completely numb.
Weak, broken and confused I let my body fall onto the porch floor.
I have nothing left, I can hardly move.
I managed to pull my knee’s up towards my chest, and wrap my arms around my shoulders.
My body has stopped convulsing, and I lay completely still.
With my eyes closed, my mind begins to slow.
I feel a blanket of warmth creep up through my senses.
I dont care that its not real……………. I feels better then the pain.
I drift off into oblivion, trying not to care that He doesnt want me………….......