Winter Rose (On hold)

Suspended within a frame of her life.
A horrific moment in her reality.
Plays in repetition, a broken reminder.
It does not move beyond that moment.

Frozen, frigid in her soul.
It's veins seethe with fear, pain and sorrow.
Life flows through it feeding from her very being.

Suspended within her own reality,
frozen in time, as a frozen rose upon a field of snow..

She is the Frozen Rose... ....

- Jennifer Dell Bergerson