Ice Poem by hajara abdul khader

One early morn
I started walking along my own way.
I noticed I was all alone in it,
With only my shadow following me.
A cold wind swept across my face;
I knew it coming as was always the case.
I continued with my head high;
I believed nothing could mar my path.
For a time it was true.
But when I crossed the bridge, everything changed.

The gentle wind that kept me smiling
Began to sweep forth with hatred and revenge.
I stopped, only to look back.
It was too late, already, to give in,
As all doors behind me were shut.
Biting my trembling teeth together I resumed,
Till I reached the peak point of suffering.
I could proceed no more!

Hope, that looked so bright in daylight,
Hung over my head like the dark clouds above;
The drops from sky poured over my fiery enthusiasm.
Late in the night,
I felt the first feel of ice.
I hid myself inside the shell of my being.
Angry snowflakes cut through me.
I waited, with patience, to
Embrace the end that was mine.
Still there was no sign.
Even silence began feeding on me.
Then…
I sensed the only warmth in me leaving forever.
I looked with horror and saw
A heart, painfully made of ice.