fallen raindrops resting upon petals
do not even begin to describe
the pools that form on my pillow
or the wells found in my eyes.
enough tears have escaped me
to form a small sea,
yet I remain the puddle
under the shadiest oak
wishing to evaporate,
and become one with the sky,
a single droplet in its endless stretches,
but far too sheltered to do so.
when the cold spells come
all I can do is freeze over,
every atom of my being trapped in ice,
shut off from the rest of the world,
and only noticeable
when someone slips and finds themselves
embedded in me,
always in my sharpest points.
I pierce through them
as easily as predator through prey,
maybe inevitable
but no less gruesome.
they struggle to escape,
but only succeed in numbing their body
and leaving jagged cuts
where I have broken through.
when it warms
I should be able
to return to my fluid state,
but I eternally remain semi-thawed,
with a shattered top layer
and frozen depths not even the ocean can fathom.
the sun does not reach me
the way it once did
and its rays constantly feel subdued,
overpowered by the icy winds
that surround me no matter the temperature.
and so I remain an element,
maybe the one most vital
to my existence as a mortal,
yet can never escape
the strength of its solid clutches.