Fingers of ice

Extend from the frozen landscape of my life

Wrapping their tentacles around the warm blood of my heart

As they tighten and constrict, threatening to freeze all that they

Would wrap around – like a Boa wraps around its prey –

The life force breathed into me offers a resistance

So strong, that any ice would be unfrozen before destruction

Could occur, and at the end, the warmth of my soul powers

The melting of iced tentacles, so that life and hope and joy

Emerge forth as the victors of this battle that is fought with

Every beating of my heart

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