do you see me there
standing before you
can you not see
the scars that now bleed-
can you not feel the flame
that one burned bright
now become the ice
that forms within-
can you not see me
that which I was
becoming something
I don't want to be-
can you not see me there
standing before you
one last time
not wanting to live
with that which has
been done to me-
to stop the blood
and spark the flame
to forever melt
this ice that now forms-
can you not see me
wanting to be free..
for I don't wish
to live this way.
~Candyce~
