We laugh at our pain to cope
but that only goes so far,
frozen by one layer on top of another,
we search for solutions, to protect ourselves,
building walls like snow forts,
throwing snowballs, aiming high
to get them back.
Where is the sun?
Will we always be stuck here in time?
Clouds over hanging,
ice on our hearts, hurting.
Melt us and help us to live again,
thawed and defrosted,
to love anyway,
even if we are not loved,
and to forgive.
Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree