I was thinking about my character Trinity and her true raw feelings that she never fully reveals of dealing with her parents struggles and how she had to grow up fast and harden her heart to survive.

The ice is breaking dear

This arctic of ours is Summer

The ocean is made of tears

Tugging at our icebergs

Pulling us apart

In torrents and currents,

Ripping up our hearts.

Freezing is the best

Way to survive this test

For the slush and snow will melt away

By the end of this treacherous day

But hardening into icebergs and glaciers

Can only prolong the way of nature's

Will to make us sink and shrink

Into tides that only know how to shriek.

The End

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