Ice settling into my veins

freezing my very essence

memories etched on my face.

Old hurts trespass my present,

coloring the palette I paint

our history becomes our now without us even knowing.

There was a time, I can hardly remember now,

when I trusted everyone and everything,

the world was a wonderful playground.  

Disappointments, betrayals

have turned me into what I now see creeping,

bitterly across the mirror.

A wretched,

scared of her shadow,

soon to be dried up prune.

Some moments have massaged

balm to my soul

but not enough to make me whole.

Fractured, broken

afraid of the unspoken

my pen terrifies me.