Ice Queen

I've braved so many harsh winters,
walked for miles in deep snow.


At some point,
the frost seeps into your veins,
every memory chills your bones.


Becoming cold-blooded,
I sought isolation
to conceal the blizzard inside.


A thought crystallized,
a frozen tear descended like a snowflake,
I don't want to live like this.


I long for warmth,
for someone to melt
this frigid heart. 


I yearn for sunshine
but after years in
these artic conditions,
I can't imagine anything else.


This has become my reality
whether I like it or not.


The cold never bothered me anyway.

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Inspired by: Frozen soundtrack

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nightlight1220's picture

This is the best thing you've

This is the best thing you've ever written in my opinion. You may not have realized it, but you've shed light on a person who has grown to identify him/her self with the symptoms of their illness. Wonderful write!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


TheCure242's picture

Cool, literally.

I really like the second stanza.