Ice and Fire

Ice and Fire

What looked like a sliver of ice was really my eyes seeing through a chunk of glass. 

What the glass spoke was what hit my soul, what hit me through and through. 

Whispers yelling the cuts that slit across my heart, what strings are pulled. Who am I to know what to do?

I have control, I have my control, but this I know - I am lost.

I am lost. Lost in a whirl of fog, a blizzard of thoughts.

The screams of a five-year-old who wants to be heard.

But what to do when she is confused? She had known not.

But fire cannot be tamed - only spread. Unless the dampness of Its hand struck a match of ice. 

The ice,

It dangles,

In front of my eyes - again - but this time is mere glass. 

Mere, you say? Glass it cuts?

But at least it is of concrete matter.

The match of ice, oh, it will dampen.

It has sung its song. 

It had sung:

When you lie awake

Make no mistake

My hand will break 

Your mind upon

The match of ice

And now I sit, thought free I’ve become.

But the five-year-old?

Ice I’d swallowed. No place to fall but within.

And ice as it is, it had melted. Spread throughout, my entire body melded.

The ice still lays within my place.

I get no rest.

It has made its nest.

I scream and shout for the hand to return. Where do you belong? I have fire so your master I may burn!

But it does not answer, it does not return.

For once it’s done its job... it leaves. Only trace left is it’s fog.

Author's Note

Hello! I am back! ...After what feels like a decade.

This I wrote just twenty minutes (or so) ago. Most of it is metaphorical, and many of the metaphors are very hard to decipher by the naked eye (or to put it, one who has not gone through my life :D).

I hope this does not muddle you too much! Reviews are greatly appreciated, as always.

Stay safe and keep on writing. :)