When reaching into the depths of my soul-Be very careful!

From outside nothing is amiss, But curiosity unleashes an abyss

Winter is an unforgiving season, without a rhyme or a reason

A well of bitterness and pain, And nothing will ever be the same.

No trust to give, no love to tie, My whole life will just pass me by…

My only joys, Come from my boys,

Who will grow into men, And will be gone again…

I am not meant to be a model or a star

I have traveled a journey and the end too far.

The writer in me rejoices for my moronic choices

For the beatings makes for great readings

But They also make glaciers deep within my heart

The Ice Princess who didn't know how to start.

The freezing waters soothe my tortured soul

Numbs my pain, and makes me whole

The fight in me thrives, and burns in my eyes-

The lover in me dies but the warrior survives.