~The Icy Front~


An Ocean flows to the north.

Stormy, deep and dark.

She searches for a place to stand still.

Inside her there is a place that no one knows.

It is almost insignificant to the eye.

Just chunks of ice.

But inside each chunk is a place where she has buried her pain,

To be kept safe from people's invasions.

Finally, she finds her way to the icy front.

Slowly, she hardens

Becoming massive, opaque and placid.

Now no one can invade her soul...

Poem and Background by:
Beryl Berry
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Copyright ©1998-2008


 

 


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Copyright ©1998-2008