Heart of Ice

     I thought that I would share a few of my older poems that I had received the most feedback from when last I posted them on an older website years ago. They were from a time when I was going through some emotionally turbulent issues with my family. I do feel that many of these poems capture the emotions of that time of my life. I hope you all like them, and here is the first of them:


Heart of Ice

It takes years to earn trust, but moments to break it.

But what if the trust was never there?

What if all that ever existed was the lies and deception taught me?

What if through those lies and deception a voice cried out "Don't listen, I'm hear!"

What do you think now that I broke free of those chains you placed me in while I was young?

Now that my heart beats in the way that I choose it to.

Now that my eyes are on a place you denied me.

My destiny, my fate.

Not the one you thought would be better, but one that I wove for myself.

You judge me for choosing a path with my heart and soul, but how will you be judged for keeping me a prisoner on the close minded path?

Many see me as an associate of you, on your path.

So I am guilty by association.

You say that the path I am on is one to "evil and emptiness."

Those cowards who fear what they don't understand call the things beyond them evil, or dark.

As for the emptiness, my heart only grows more and more empty towards you.

How dare you judge me! How dare you tell lies to my brothers!

It is true, the past few months my heart has been growing cold, till now it is ice!

Can you see me through the blizzard that you helped me wonder into?

When you look in my eyes, you will see that emptiness, and you will feel a coldness that could freeze the very ocean it self!

Your disappointment is clear on your face, but how is the disappointment that I wear for you?

Does it show?

Do you even know?

Do you even see the fact that you have let me down?

Of course not, you are blind, I give you too much credit by asking you these things!

Do you see your son? Do you see how cold his heart has become?

Maybe one day you will see.

But if or when that day comes will my heart have dethawed?

We'll see... we'll see.


By Matt Johnson