In winter's grip, where silence dwells,
A heart concealed in icy shells.
The tears once warm, now crystallize,
Beneath the cold, unyielding skies.
Each frozen tear, a tale untold,
Of dreams that died, of nights so cold.
A testament to hidden fears,
That echo through the frozen years.
In solitude, the soul retreats,
Where bitter winds and sorrow meets.
The warmth of hope a distant star,
Its light obscured, its glow afar.
Yet deep within, the heart still beats,
A steady pulse beneath the sleets.
For even in the coldest night,
There lives a spark, a will to fight.
The frozen tears, though hard and still,
Contain the strength of iron will.
They hold the pain, the loss, the strife,
Yet also bear the seeds of life.
As winter wanes and daylight grows,
The ice will melt, the river flows.
The frozen tears will start to thaw,
Revealing truths the heart once saw.
For in the cycle of the years,
There comes a time when warmth appears.
And from the frozen tears we find,
A path to heal, a peace of mind.
