For the next person to chisel away at, as it sits in a fortress of ice.
Un-penetrable by any tool formed with words of love, trust,
Chilled throughout my soul and straight to the bones.
Surrounded by the cold air of distrust, hurt, and pain.
Overtime a heart that once ridden itself of how to feel anything
but the cold remains,
Frozen in time where patience of wanting warmth disappeared
into the frigid night.
But hope, like a beacon of light, eases its way into this frostbitten castle.
It starts to beat against it’s ice haven.
Pulsating radiance of tenderness evaporates each drop of
liquefied perfunctory frost.
Back to its original luminosity.