Melting An Ice Queen
An Answer to Those Who Called Me Aloof
Ice doesn’t mean cruel,
It means sun-radiant walls that
Reflect anything shone upon them.
It’s detachment.
The absolute knowledge that leaving would only cause
Guilt, that harm came to another.
Creating a frozen wall within them that wasn’t there before.
It means contentment
With no desire to change.
No desire for warmth,
Though blankets abound so as not to alarm those around.
It’s heavy heels as anchors so
she doesn’t shatter into blizzards around company.
It’s unemotional responses to art,
teeth pulled,
Surgery removed bits
Of herself that shatter into
Personal snowstorms. That are both
Biting-sharp points of truth and the
Fluffy blanket of children’s laughter when snow finally settles.
It’s not an absence of emotions,
But the idea she has no grasp of her own,
So, she steals others.
Reflecting stolen faces.
Her’s coming off more bright and brilliant
Then the one she stole them from.
It’s knowing the Sahara heat won’t melt her and
Ice drills won’t break through her frozen lake.
Because she likes to be impenetrable.
It’s safer that way.
About the Creator
Audrey Larkin
I'm a young arts professional who is finally sharing some of the poetry and prose I've written while working through grief and self reflection. Sometimes poetry is the easiest form to translate neurodivergent nuances. Why not use it?
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