I am a seeker.
Here and now fills me.
Meanwhile a small part remains empty,
and I ache to find out what I can fit into it.
I want to be filled with life, play, laughter.
Now I’m an ice figure with a careful,
somehow tentatively throbbing heart.
You killed me.
I’m back from the dead.
I hope one day I can let that part of me heal well,
Now it’s a silent scar.
An ice rink with blade marks,
feeble attempts at ice dancing.
I fall as hard every time.
No time to reach out my hand to cushion.
Suddenly I’m lost, the wound is open and I hurt someone,
blood flows out of me,
staining the one who came too close.
Ice melts a bit where my blood drips.
Then the ice is hard again.
Some red color gets encapsulated inside the ice,
and I breathe shallow and fast and feel my chest narrow
while I know that inside inside that ice is potential for life.
It has always been difficult for others to stand firm around me.
I end the dance alone.
Small ice particles sparkle while hurled through the air.
I do a pirouette and wish the fall welcome.
Ice Princess skin by Sinful Curves at Swank
Snow Queen headdress by Xen's Hats at Swank
On the Edge hair by Clawtooth
Silver lips past gift at The Boho Culture Fair
Sci-fi Design blue lips fembots Eve by Madrid Solo
Capritzi Fantasia Ice Necklace by Luminesse
Winter LoVe dress by Destiny Style at Swank
Good Witch Illuminated Aura, halo and hands by Cole's Corner