With Painted Words

Breaking The Ice

by Lynn White

It needs strength to break the ice

when it’s frozen as solidly as

silence.

Or so I thought.

 

It needs strength to break the ice,

to break the mould and

reform.

Or so I thought.

 

But just suppose,

the ice gives up it’s power

and allows the colour 

to break through, bright

so the delicate flowers can form,

can bloom, can flourish fragile.

Will they then open up

through the self shattered ice,

and melt the frozen silence

to make a space,

an opening

for a warmth,

that will shatter

the now thinning ice?

 

I think so.