Dead Cold Melts

I screamed so loud, for the longest I thought no one heard a sound.
I thought I was permanently alone, even though I held on tight to dreams and hope
I prayed and begged for God to please send me an ingredient for a fairy tale ending recipe.
Days turned weeks turned months turned years.
Still not a sight of my knight.
23 years of age, surviving Life with rage...
Shh, can you hear this?
Sounds of my heart becoming unfrozen.
Nearly 3 years has passed, I'm glad you asked.
My knight came and swept me off my feet for all of eternity, at last

This poem is about: 
Me

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