Layers (II)
Without the melting,
I wanted to break it-
Pound fists into each layer,
Scream until the cold shattered,
Hold the pieces up to God so
He might answer my questions.
Without the melting,
I needed to speak it-
Release the stony spray
of my frostbitten heart,
Spit out the chunks of ice
that had stolen my poetry.
But,
Without the melting,
I couldn’t break it.
Without the melting,
I couldn’t speak it.
Without the melting,
without the melting,
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t be—
Without the melting.
