Thawing

Icy composure,

a cold, frigid shield,

facade of impenetrable,

melts from the inside first,

eyes and lips still tossing snowballs

to keep up the pretense.

 

Building snowmen to make it all

some illusion of a play land,

learned as child,

the mask for freezing weaknesses,

heat of passions and love

only forming icicles

for fear allowing it to touch glacier within

might bring melting

and risk lost of chilling control

over where I hide.

 

But a word to many of burning query,

some flaming asteroid from another's mouth,

is more than I can bear,

leaves a crater in my heart,

thawing, temporarily,

what I preserve in sub-zero will.

 

Body shivers from the cataclysm,

droplets of winter's end

flow from tear ducts,

for a while, spring comes,

flowers bloom,

over the plot

that was buried under drifts.