Icy Pain

A poem about awakening to the feelings held inside.

She had icicles in her hair,
frostbitten lashes
that could snap like twigs.

No firestorm
was enough to melt
the layers.

Cold to the touch,
difficult to look upon
(such a harsh glare!)

she reveled in her power
to repel, but
in the still of night,

when darkness came,
she shed tears;
Her lashes grew...

an  icy mascara of pain.

Author's Note

Feelings can be painful..so we often avoid feeling at all. The end result is that we are frozen in a winter of our choosing.