Frozen In Coal

What’s frozen inside me
so bad that it melts?
Comes out in tears
that I later regret,
for I shouldn’t be crying,
wasting time, now should I?
I should get up, wake up,
look the world in the eye.

What’s frozen inside me
so bad that I shiver?
At the thought of day
I just begin to quiver.
I tremble, yet I know I must try
to get up, wake up,
look the world in the eye.

What’s frozen inside me
that feels such a weight,
when all I am is a child of hollow fate?

What’s frozen inside me
so bad that it cracks,
when words of hatred
strike like an axe?

What’s frozen inside me
that the mirror fumes
with the glacial truth
of a demon that looms
in my soul, in my mind,
my being, and my spirit —
what’s frozen inside me
that I can’t leave behind?

Then a dark light glares
bright through the ice,
clearing up the fumes
on the mirror and my eyes.
It shows me the truth
of myself and my soul —
I’m an iceberg of mistakes —
a frozen block of coal.#Depression

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