I remember the smoldering pain
As I went against the grain.

Ice cycles formed as the slightest wind grazed by
I became immune, preparing to die.

Stinging like a million bees
throughout my small frail body.

I remember the frost bitten sensation
In my hands and feet.

It hurt to move forward
Lips shivered, afraid to speak.

Coldness blinded my ability to see
So only with my imagination could I peek.

I remember that blizzard of a childhood
Which a little girl did not survive.

Heart frozen
That winter she died.

She said she was alright,
But I know she lied.

She would never be the same
She no longer tried.

**Her innocence was gone
and for that I cried.