This world of ice.
Forged in frozen sheets,
layer upon layer.
So many attempts to thaw,
daily melting.
Weeping alone, hidden tears
drip from the tips
of every cycle formed.
Crying out, wishing to remain
and finally end the pain,
but it’s hard to move

in the cold.

Days are short.

The sun sets
into lonely frost,

silently creeping in.
Progress made to flow
turns again to ice and snow,

leaving nothing to hold

in the chill of this night
but a faint hope
that perhaps tomorrow
I’ll find an ounce of courage.

And maybe,

in a silent moment

of light and warmth…

I will turn to you

and finally say,
I'm sorry.