Frozen

Frozen

Feeling stable,

then sinking into my confidence,

that melted instantly.

With just one look,

at the world around me, 

that wasn't there when I had my confidence,

the heat consumed me.

It was motionless.

It was Frozen.

Now it's a puddle,

running down the street,

making it's way into the cold and distant sewer entrances.

That's where it will stay,

and that's where it will spread,

dry,

and eventually,

sink into the pavement,

and forget what it once was.

-Belle Rose