Frozen Snow

We all have moments of grief and pain and we all in time learn how to stand up on our own two feet. At age 8 I learned to be self-reliant. It's a hard thing to do. But sometimes we need help.

Eight years of Survival.
Eight years spent alone.
Eight years of hiding.
Eight years spent as frozen snow.

Eight years of not crying.
Eight years in the cold.
Eight years without a tear.
Eight years of falling snow.

Buried deep inside my lonely prison.
Eight years long gone, but not forgotten.
Freezing every weakness, emotion, and fear.
Putting up walls and never stopping.

I ran and hid from pain.
I caged myself to keep from hurting.
Never was there spring or rain.
I never found anything working.

Silent, lonely, yet too far away.
Someone reached out.
A hand as bright as day,
Grabbing and pulling me out.

My walls shattered, my prison gone.
The frozen snow was melting.
My emotions were free, no longer alone.
With a warm feeling inside my heart, I soon was crying.

Eight years of grief and pain, One of joy.
Eight years of Frozen snow, One of spring.
Eight years of hiding, One of being unafraid.
Eight years of doubt, One year of faith.

One is all I need.
One is all I get.
One year makes me free.
One light will help me forget.
~Ki