Stuck to
myself
the glue starts
to lift
Exposing
my nature
a soul
frozen stiff

Letting
me go
the dermis
strips off
The sun
rushing in
melting
the frost

Open
to light
new Angels
take hold
Rebuilding
my past
the future
remolds

All dread in
the mirror
now turned to
the wall
My essence
unfrozen
and prescience
— rethawed

(The New Room: July, 2025)