The Blizzard That Ensues
I am isolated
Alone
I have no one save my mother
And yet, with her words like ice
I am still alone
I try to get approval
Acceptance
Love
I am sent to complete a task
When I try to do something unexpected
Something great
I am met with a blizzard
I try to redeem my actions because I still yearn for approval
Acceptance
Love
And I go above the clouds to do something great
But I almost get killed by the giant
I return to my mother, my home
My desolate home
As the days go by I start to wonder
What if approval
Acceptance
Love
Is never a possibilty in the storm
I am trapped in an Ice Age that will never thaw
And I wonder
Would it have been worse to die by the giant's hand?
It would have been quick, at least
Here I am slowly freezing to death
Drowning
Waiting for approval
Acceptance
Love
That will never come
It will be the death of me one day
But what a slow and agonizing death it is
I make a vow to myself
I will return to the market tomorrow
I will find the old woman who sold me the beans, and I will plant them
I will return to the giant's home
I will find a release from this freezing hell I am trapped in
Once and for all
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