I press my hand against the piece of foggy ice
It feels hot, burning my hand
A thousand needles stabbing my skin
I feel my heart distinctly
Pounding like a drum
Through each of my fingertips
I chip away at the ice
Somehow knowing, just feeling
That underneath lies a great treasure
Even though many tiny sparkling chips of ice fly
I still am no closer to the thing inside
Still just scratching the surface
I clean a small piece of the surface
The spot is now a small window of crystal clear ice
And I gaze in
Inside its cold ice prison
Is a living, beating heart
Thank YOU for reading!! I wanted to really show how sometimes people can freeze away their hearts and how friends try to break through and think this captures some of that. Thanks again for reading! As always vote and/or comment!! :)
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Snapshots: One Poem is Worth a Thousand Photos
PoezieSome short poems that are written mostly in my head in bed and then written down here. In most of the poems, I try to capture (photograph) emotions in words... Enjoy!
