So Many Places

There are so many places, Some where it is dark and black, Some cold as ice, Solid and cruel. But then you see light In some of those places… And the ice melts, The solic, cruel ghost Disappears. Sometimes these places Have many personalities, A drastic, scary switch. Sometimes they hibernate Deep within for a time, These dark cold spaces, Places, Cold places, So cold it slices you. Cruel, Like the devil himself. Then there is serenity, So beautiful, like a rainbow: Red, Purple, Yellow, Orange, And then… Drastic changes, Changing places.