Icicle

Feeling empty is like an icicle that’s above your head 

You live alone in the cold

A cold that can get quite comfortable once you get used to it, making you even forget the position of the icicle 

But as soon as a little warm comes in

A change you never really were prepared for 

Then you fear the sharpness of the icicle falling above your head 

And then you question,

Is the Warmth the problem?

Something people usually would call the good, the comfy and even the wished for…

But it’s also the change,

a change that, in your world, you were not used to. And if it warms up your world- 

Did it awake or bring the danger?

 

So tell me. What are you really afraid of?

The new warms?

The always been used to the cold?

Or the icicle?