Encased in ice born of desperation
Stare out from the numb crystal at
The world so close but impossibly distant
Safety is found in the cold void
In displacement, loss of sensation
Separation from pain, adhesion of form
Cracks seen in the mirror threaten
To shatter and scatter
At the slighest caress of the breeze
Cohesion is found in the cold void
In semblance of identity
The shape of the self, if no more
The familiar and known are a comfort
Complacency, convenience, an easy routine
Yet meaningless in its pursuit
Despair is found in the cold void
A hollow shell of potential who speaks the lie
Better emptiness than pain
In time the Atlas choice comes
Bear the weight or surrender all
Does the ice shatter, or melt?
Purpose is found despite the cold void
An acceptance born from fragile identity
That knows it must break to be reborn
Slow is the return to the world around
Each tempered gesture agonizly small
Stoking once-lost inner warmth
Agony is found in the cracks of the void
Promises of growth, consecrated in pain
The seams of the self failing so that they may be renewed
In time, the ice must melt completely
But there is no hurry, no clock ticks away
So long as the light remains
Take your time
Credit to this piece belongs to my personal friend Camy, who was very patient with the conceptual changes to the piece as time went on.
            Stare out from the numb crystal at
The world so close but impossibly distant
Safety is found in the cold void
In displacement, loss of sensation
Separation from pain, adhesion of form
Cracks seen in the mirror threaten
To shatter and scatter
At the slighest caress of the breeze
Cohesion is found in the cold void
In semblance of identity
The shape of the self, if no more
The familiar and known are a comfort
Complacency, convenience, an easy routine
Yet meaningless in its pursuit
Despair is found in the cold void
A hollow shell of potential who speaks the lie
Better emptiness than pain
In time the Atlas choice comes
Bear the weight or surrender all
Does the ice shatter, or melt?
Purpose is found despite the cold void
An acceptance born from fragile identity
That knows it must break to be reborn
Slow is the return to the world around
Each tempered gesture agonizly small
Stoking once-lost inner warmth
Agony is found in the cracks of the void
Promises of growth, consecrated in pain
The seams of the self failing so that they may be renewed
In time, the ice must melt completely
But there is no hurry, no clock ticks away
So long as the light remains
Take your time
Credit to this piece belongs to my personal friend Camy, who was very patient with the conceptual changes to the piece as time went on.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
                    Species Leopard
                    Size 1066 x 1280px
                    File Size 2.06 MB
                
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