365 Days of Poetry (Part Three)

Day 116: Words Like Icicles.

As he stands and speaks, all that my faded eyes can see;

Are the sharp-tongued words, falling from his mouth.

Like icicles they dig deep into me, piercing my heart.

Never did I once think, I'd fall victim to one so cold.

A storm he sends, straight through my shattered soul.

His footprints imprinted upon my heart, a true binding.

Of my emotions he has such control, I'm merely his puppet.

For I dream of a day, when I shall be free of such ties. 

Free to be my own person, to then live as I truly desire.

Perhaps one of these days, such a dream will come true.