The Ice Queen
Someone told me the other day
That they appreciated me, found me nice
And to this I didn’t know what to say
I’m sure I said something soft and concise
Because this isn’t anything
That I’ve seen before
Somebody’s thawed the ice queen
They’ve taken down her walls and made
Her much more sweet and keen
To look upon the world with compassion
Nothing changed within her soul
She was kind before she was bold
Enough to show it and not hide
Behind frozen water and misplaced pride
The ice queen sat in a classroom
Freshman year, as stiff as the graphite
Pencil trapped in her hand, costumed
In layers of defencive, defective frost
This is the moment our queen began to
Thaw, melting the ice behind her eyes
Turning that pale blue from frozen to
The soft misty morning sky
Childish walls were built by multicolored
Blocks raising miles high
Past the small school and smaller still
Her equally fenced in friends
This freshman queen was clinging to her
Baby blocks, holding them around her
Like they were the only things
Saving her from becoming mature
Perched on her school grade plastic throne
The winter sovern felt her walls shake
From next to her, someone in had flown
A senior, just as walled as she
A lark singing sweetly and sarcastically
At this art class table there were four or five
But for her, there was only the queen and the
Lark to her left.
It had not yet dawned on the ice queen
That a child she was no longer
Growing up she didn’t look it
But now her mind hadn’t processed it
That she was years away from independence
And a step beyond her frozen existence.
Here comes the lark, raven haired and
Sarcastic, to break the news
You’re intimidating
He says one day
Have you tried being nice
He says the next
Never mean just being accurate
The queen couldn’t even process
It, as she prided herself with being that
Way, it guarded her from feeling the abscess
That comes with appearing something other than
Completely heartless
The queen longed for nothing
More than connection
All while she harbored chains and spikes
Shouting for company as she scared them away
The queen was only this way to guard her tender
Soul, she wore armor and decided to rule them all
Because if she was so guarded, a subtle offender
Of everyone around her, they couldn’t hurt her
Couldn’t yell at her the way that she herself did.
I was the ice queen when I had no other option
When I was young and full of pain
But these moments that I started thawing
That's when I was real again
For a whole year I worked to become vulnerable
I am trying to be nice
Was my mantra and I stopped faking it
And I became it
And here I am, out of winter
My walls have melted and the snow in my hair
Turned to spring flowers
I am strong enough to be weak
I am strong enough to be nice
The walls are gone and replaced
With just strength.
Vulnerability is the only true way
To maturity
That's a secret
That as I’ve grown up
I’ve come to know.