All I wanted was a place to catch my breath, a place to contemplate my next move, just one place where the world might slow down long enough for me to see things from a different angle, because up until I found this place I had the sinking suspicion that my fate might be leading me to an empty castle.
In an attempt to protect my heart, I sealed it away in the coldest of ice, I left it in my own winter.
As time passed, as I walked every single hopeful step, the ice eventually started to melt; and now here I am, in this moment, and I can feel the warmth seeping through the cracks in the ice.
I knew the undeniable strength of the human heart when I encased it within my cold doubts. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before it escaped from the cell that I placed it in…I always knew that hope would never be defeated, but sometimes you forget the facts.
I was buried within this permanent winter, never ready to close my eyes or give up, but feeling like I should.
I was here for so long, so cold and always believing that I would have to dig myself out one day. I have always known that memories alone would not melt this ice around the ember.
I have always known that there must be hope in a future without the safety of the past, that this season could not continue eternally, not with this beautiful human heart within, this great heart that we all share.
I was here for so long, in this forced winter, and somehow I always knew that it would be ok; somehow I could still feel the warmth of a heart that felt out of reach.
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