Breaking the Ice

Marooned,

stranded,

isolated,

he turns his shame upon himself.

Choice builds habit,

cube by cube,

erecting frozen walls

which become too slippery to surmount.

Had he raised his head

or his voice,

he would have found that

iceland is

littered with those

marooned,

stranded,

isolated.

But not one of them

raised a head

or a voice,

so the ice

was never

broken…

Dreaming of Home

Alone.

Solitary confinement

has drawn invisible barriers

that hurt to break.

Desolate.

She travels light

and only in her dreams

will her seed rise up

to bless her.

Friendless.

Hers are the cries

of the gulls on the shore,

mourning her losses,

dreaming of

home.