My Tears Are Always Frozen
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The Canadian Squall brushes them away
With the hurried ferocity
of an irish mother
Calming her child,
“it’s alright, it’s alright…
Hush now. Hush now”.
They dance into the wind,
Like frosted fairies,
shimmering.
I wonder how they are so light
When they fell from heaviness.
Are they crystalline
Because of the arctic aura
That surrounds in icy ambiance?
Or is it that my heart
Has become
A gelid depth,
Glacial,
And bitter?
Perhaps I am now made of
Permafrost
And that is why
My tears
Are always
frozen
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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