Ice

The ice will crunch beneath my feet as I walk along the wooded path. 
Strange cold patterns emerging with every step.
I wish I could be one,
A crack in ice stretching out to find itself,
Not alone but entirely independent.
Finding it's way, 
Breaking barriers and crashing through,
Letting the rest turn to iceburgs,
Becoming it's own star, 
And freeing the lake of it's mirror. 



 

raincity

NY

16 years old

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    diving into the abyss 

     

    while the west appears to be engulfed in flames

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    Shuffle through the halls 

    And across the kitchen floor 

     

    Hands reach into cupboards 

    Rearranging and putting away

    Mugs 

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    it was barely audible

    yet soft and sure

    in the heat of the moment. 

     

    what?

    I ask

    even though I know what you said. 

     

    I know the weight 

    and the feeling