Ice
We all have things that make us warm,
not just physically, but on the inside
little thoughts that heat our hearts in a storm
or protect us from the bite of a raging tide.
Our memories can shelter us from the rain
as happier times fill our thoughts
and melt away all the worries and pain
of the battles that we have fought
but where is the solace to be found
to the girl who has no-one
whose friend is the rain and whose home is the ground
and who never receives the kiss of the sun
when your days are filled
with the sharp blade of cold
and survival is always a fight
all the warmth is killed
and the fire in your soul
can't deliver you into the light
you learn this way
that the key to surviving
is becoming cold
and never reviving
that warmth always dies
from behind the eyes
so become numb to the lies
and befriend the ice.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2006
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