Ice Chips
Seeing the paths yet my heels dug deep.
Messages received waking and sleep.
In her arms– my heart has weeped.
And in my darkness– my soul she’d keep.
Woken slumber– new framed eyes.
Made friends with demons as my soul cried.
Into the cave and swallowed my pride.
Accepted the parts that needed to die.
~I.S~
27.2023.08
