Frozen in Time

I remember

I use to write, in poem

Trying to reach out vaguely

my words hide in the hollow of my chest,

too trembling to step into the light

I dont remember

Why like stormclouds gathering over fragile light

I fear the thunder before it came

my lips grow cold and sealed,

as though the frost of fear itself

had bound my voice in silence.

I cannot tell if anger’s face I’ve seen,

or if the shadows only wore its mask;

memory falters, blurred like smoke in wind,

and I am left unsure what truth did burn.

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Frozen in time

Im shaped by the day my youth hunger for love, yet starve in its absence