For all that at times it feels as if
you're being crushed by a monolith

God's own creation,
This beautiful Earth -
Just weight on your shoulders, without joy or mirth.

For all that at times it feels as if
there never can or will be life's one zenith

But then you remember,  
Your family and friends -
That small group of people,
Who will stay 'til the end.

For all that at times it feels as if
happiness and wonder are urban myths

That's when you dig down,
And find your last strength,
And grab it and pull it,
'Til it's five times its length.

For all that at times it feels as if
your life is a concert of resounding "What if?"s

That strength that you found,
It multiplies three,
Each day you spend time,
With your loving family.

Ice can be cooling and calming and free.
Ice can protect and and aid
destiny.

Ice can be slicing and savage and wild.
Ice can slaughter - man, woman or child.

Ice can be mild and mellow and fresh.
Ice can give refuge from Summer's hot mesh.

Ice can be crueler and sharper and cold.
Ice can decide not to favour the
bold.

Our icy opinions are all black or white,
But grey ice in grey Winter hides in a grey night.