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Alone in a Frozen Ice---World.
I look down at my feet, bare upon the solid ice,
The smooth, thick ice holds my feet so tight.
I cannot move.
My toes are turning blue.
How did it come to this?.
Was it your fault?
Was it mine?,
Or did we let other people "in".?
My feet are getting colder, as I look down again,
Silence in the atmosphere, apart from gentle throbbing
of my pain.
Oh! What has brought me here again?.
I loved enough, or did I ?
You loved me, that I know.
Yet Here I stand in this frozen world again,
Left alone to think, of how I have returned
to this frozen waste.
No mobile phones in this ice-----.land,
No way to call for help.
My own wits are my only source of answers.
I see the fir trees in the distance, Most are covered with snow,
How beautiful they look as I see a shard of green,
amongst the grey and white, that´s everywhere.
The green is like a life--line.
A border to this Ice-world, but my feet, they stil
are captured skin upon the ice.
Apendages are falling off..... My nose, my fingers......
NO! They´re not. It only feels that way.
Suddenly I scream as my feet feel torn from skin,
Skin left upon the ice as I am whisked aloft.
My face is turned into a shoulder, as strong arms
lift me high. I´m carried through the ice and wind, then snow
I´ve no idea who is here or where it is I go.....
But soon I´m sitting on your knees, a fire is aglow,
Your warm arms are enfolding me as a fleece warm
blanket is wrapped around my feet..
The ice---world is behind me.
My feet are thawing out,
I dare to lift my face and look.....
I look into your eyes and know , your love has
overpowered yet again.Safe..I am , because of you, again.