A twist of anger,
she will hold on to like
a blanket of comfort.
The mistake was in
her own beliefs.
The twist gets tighter
her looks get
colder
and one day
before she knows it
ice has replaced what
was once her heart.
Coldness now her
comfort.
Anger is bittersweet.
It takes shape and forms
a shield
that will keep
everyone at bay.
Her heart
of ice
like a tiara she
used to wear.
Cold and
hardened by winter's
unveiling.
Anger controls and
takes hold.
It destroys everything
in its path.
She only asked for one
thing, the one
thing she holds dear.
For a moment,
all was clear and the sun
started to warm the cold,
but in a moment,
she froze.
One sentence, one word
and
she can't undo
what has been done.
She hears the whisper, but
refuses to accept the title
once again.
To wear the title like
a crown,
means to once again
keep her heart hardened
and cold.
The title that once
protected her
only to let her down.
Yet it whispers and calls to her
She knows she will
wear it
even knowing what
it means.
No comments:
Post a Comment