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