This bitter cold made a brittle soul.
This little hole needs warmth to be whole.
To thaw the glass, of the ice of past.
To thaw the image cast of a person in mid gasp.
The glass half empty is grasped, the glass half full is clasped.
Yet questions remain unasked and life's events tasked.
Chasing dreams in a blizzard of memories that reem
The brisk wind it seems to hide the echo of the screams
One foot forward one foot back, trying to keep an icy mind on track.
Footsteps of those before and memories of the warmth once at the door
As, this person's cold soul thaws, so, does the heart give a mighty raw.
Those icy eyes and tears and cold touch, that bitterness that's stuck.
Should be done away with as such, as bitterness amounts to not much
And so, as the glass half full is never spilled, then a discipline is instilled.
This numbness in the cold, will soon begin to have optimism to behold.
And love will see the ice annulled.