Prisoner of The Ice January 10th, 2025

Prisoner of The Ice January 10th, 2025

I sit by the window, watching the frost,

A world frozen still, motionless, lost.

The snow lies heavy, a blanket too deep,

While fear grips my chest, refusing to sleep.

The ice is a jailer, its grip cold and tight,

It whispers of danger in pale, brittle light.

Paths glisten like traps, each step a snare,

I’m tethered to safety, too frozen to dare.

Beyond my warm haven, the world shivers on,

Each crystal a warning of what could go wrong.

I long for the thaw, the drip and the flow,

For freedom to walk where now I can’t go.

The sun feels distant, but still I hold on,

Dreaming of puddles where ice has withdrawn.

For now, I’ll remain, a prisoner of frost,

Until winter’s chains are finally lost.

NOTE I wrote this poem due to my real fear of snow and ice,

after a traumatic event when I was a child in my mother’s arms.

Please read the full story https://vocal.media/writers/my-true-story-of-that-snowy-night