In times like these,
when I stand in shreds
on barren ground,
the sound of Water
does not reach my ears
the swish of reeds
and trees pass me by
I am hardened,
like the winter earth
beneath my aching feet
Deafened, I am aware
of my misery only,
were I to soften
would I dissolve
into a pool of tears?
Leaving my bare bones
and bewildered soul
torn apart, shaken
and lost forever?
Today, I am the Ice Queen
Hard, unpliable
a Rock
Today, no one
will have
their way with me
And I
will have
my way with None