Breaking The Ice

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.

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