Ice

It's like the cold.

A little bit will chill,

but it won't hurt long-term.

And as the layers built up,

you developed frostbite.

And the fingers and toes,

the vital parts are not same.

And the ice that you were standing on 

broke through.

And it broke you.

Author's Note

Not my best. Kind of at an icy writer's block stage.

Reviews

[Jack...]

I must disagree...the message you have presented in your wonderful style Diana is quite clear, at least to me. we take chances on love, walking on thin ice. Sometimes we make it to the other side and sometimes it is a long cold wet walk home. You bring words to us, short, sweet, sad and filled with emotion in such little but wonderful packages. You are truly talented and amaze me at every turn.

[Diana]

Thank you so much, Jack. In part about love, in part not...

[Rita L. Sev]

Cold brings death; a cold heart kills love... This is a great metaphor, well written here, Diana.

[Diana]

Thank you, Rita.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think it IS one of your best, at least one of my favorites.

i see a metaphor for love that ends in heartbreak...one time won't hurt much and we can warm back up pretty fast...but if it keeps happening, it wears down our resistance...and sooner or later we start losing the limbs of our heart to frostbite...

i love this piece
jacob

[Diana]

Thank you. That means a lot coming from you, Jacob.