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Under The Ice

                                               UNDER THE ICE

    

Sometimes

When I revisit the pain

And sit there for awhile

I feel stuck there

As if under the ice

Head pushing  at its coldness

Franticly trying to breathe

And wonder if I can

Break it with my head

Banging against it

In vain

Sometimes,

I think I will break open my head

Sometimes

I think I will break through

Cracking it

Breaking it apart

And rise up,

Gasping.