In an endless wilderness perpetually blanketed by snow, There is a little jewel nestled in a snug clearing. Its surface is smooth and unblemished, The top layer of ice seeming like melted diamonds.
This wilderness knows a cold like no other. When wolves try to reach the pond, They freeze and die amongst the trees. The hidden pond is protected, untouched, And no footprints soil the snow about it.
I live in this pond, underneath the canopy of Ice which turns the outside world milky and distorted. Some may say the ice traps me under, but I see it as A polar fortress. These temperatures freeze the emotion in my veins Before it can reach my heart.
Sometimes I float up to the surface from The murky floor on which I am comatose. I search for a ray of sunlight which would Coax me out of my frosty recess.
Tapping on the ice, like a pane of glass To protect from the injustice of the wilderness Outside, I am startled to see my own Glacial eyes staring back at me, The desperate hope reflected in them.
My solitary reflection reminds me That there is no one out there, And never will be. My heavy bones sink back to the bottom. As I sleep, the sun rises and sets, The snow piles up to sky-scraping heights, Wolves freeze in the piercing cold,
Again and again,
Miles away from even coming close To the hidden pond.
Since I lost my husband, sold my home and belongings to move north and live with family, I feel isolated. I am slowly meeting people, but so far no one that I could feel close to. I also am adjusting back to living in ice cold weather and deep snow. Brr. A different write, I like the wording very much. Valentine
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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