My Frozen Heart

The scars I am forced to hold are 

the reasons my heart grew so cold.

Growing up I had no mother to guide me,

so in a house of anger I begun to hide the true me. 

In a jail cell I watch my brother and sister grow older, 

and my already frozen heart grows a little colder. 

She said my unconditional love does not matter, 

and at that moment my frozen heart began to shatter.

With every step I take I am worried it will fall apart,

and I wonder how many people survived with a frozen heart. 

Reviews

[HippieSoulPunx]

Frozen things can be thawed, you just have to make the choice to seek out warmth. A bit of fear in this poem, but fear means you want it to be different, and that can set you on the right path.