Pinpricks
Blood drops
Tears
Heart avalanche
Clawing
Crawling out
An extended hand
Dampened dreams
Frozen hopes
Shivering wishes
Frostbite
Piercing
Hives
Sharpened fears
Waiting for the sun to rise
Burn off the frost
Categories: Culture, mental health, photography, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
In Desert Hell for 66 Months one Tear is a
Raindrop to Quench
Killing Thirst…
Death of a
Beloved Pet
Will Bring Strength
To Feeble Legs
Where Pressing
500 LBS
Then
Meant NOTHING
in Terms of Human
Spirit That is True
Strength i already
Noted that my 94
Year-Old Crippled
Yoda Size Aunt
Was 10 Times
Taller than
Me As Any
Grinch HeART
With No
‘Sin’ Comparison
Will be but True
Sin of NOT Saying NO
Sent me to that Place
The Women in my
Life understood
Words
Other than Yes
Now i Have
A Spirit
Back
Bone True..
As ‘Steel
Magnolias’ Do
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Love the title “icicle dreams” – fits the poem perfectly. Certainly hope the sun comes out for you.
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