Ice

It is cold,

Though it gives me fire.

It is slippery,

Though I feel in complete control while on it.

It is dangerous,

Though I am at ease upon it.

It causes pain to some,

Though it eases mine.

It is moldable,

Though it molds me.

The ice holds my history.

Author's Note

I've spent half of my life on ice; it deserved a poem.

Reviews

[Alex Thomas]

Nice. Wait...you write poetry? I like the contrast between the way the ice treats some and the way the ice treats you. The ice brings me pain unfortunately.

[Olivia Hobson]

haha well thank you!

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sorry LOL just seen your Bio! Ask a silly question...

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great imagery, did you skate then? nice read