The Snow Maiden

The Snow Maiden
'Who am I really? '

I've asked myself this time and time again

Wondering who would I have become if not

For the life into which I was born.

Who am I? 

I continue to ask myself once more, looking at hands

That held neither flower, nor fan, or a teddy bear

And never learned how to love

Who am I? 

I ask once more, looking at a face

That rarely smiled, or knew a laugh

And never felt a kitten's gentle touch.

Who am I? 

My mind seeks to find the answer,

That I've yearned to find my self

However, what stops me is my icy heart

That my father helped to form

Who am I? 

My mind screams at me

Like a creature wanting love

And frustration makes my fist go forward in reply,

A broken mirror my reward.

Who am I?  

And the answer finally comes

I am the Snow Maiden, my voice whispers,

The girl with a ice cold but beating heart,

A heart thats yearning to be free...