(Inspired by someone who's been hurt
And by the movie Frozen)
He hates people thinking he’s crazy
Such a relative term
When you don’t know why.
When his hand is bleeding but he can’t feel it.
When his girlfriend is crying and he didn’t mean it.
Unmelting snowflake
Floating in a pot of black coffee.
We expect him to cool off our heat,
Play the role of cream,
Make everything sweeter.
They don’t know he’s frozen.
Doesn’t like the word “broken,”
Because ice is “stronger than one,
Stronger than ten,
Stronger than a hundred men.”
One moment he was driving,
Pushing back the line.
Then the sky went black at noon
And he was sliding down a mountain
Towards a tomb glimpsed way too soon.
Now he’s clutching at redemption
From the tailspin hell-bent on killing him too.
Brakes won’t grip.
Knowledge of right and wrong won’t stick.
Can’t slow his descent into the abyss.
I fling him an ice pick
Beg him to “strike for fear”
Hard enough to anchor the spirit.
“Strike for love”
What’s left behind is enough.
He’d never frighten innocence if he could help it.
Would cradle beauty in his palm if he could feel.
I watch from my tower of isolation
Praying he’ll find the strength in his arm
To split the ice apart.
Muscles bunched
To destroy or save.
All we can do is wait.
Either way,
We know he’ll break the frozen heart.
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