Malice's story (a book character in the works)

snow falls 
cushioninig the blow
i am lost 
and i can't find home
flames flicker 
contained inside the hard iron doors
the fire brings warmth to my skin 
but inside 
it's still a sin 
I comiitted 
I'm sorry
my heart is an icicle 
hard
and unmelting
but then 
who's this child?
who's despreately yelping
for someone to help him
what do I do?
soon there are more
a gangly bunch 
but together we define family
we have eachother's backs 
and my heart 
is not an icicle anymore
I am no longer imprisoned in stone
I am a bird 
who has wings to fly 
feathers to warm herself, and keep her dry 
i have tallons to protect what i love
and a heart that keeps beating 
loud like a drum 
and not hatered it beats 
but love.