This crystal clear glass is meant to keep the cold from doing me harm,

But it has been surrounded by the army it was supposed to abolish.

Soon I will feel the effects of this storm,

For my fingertips are at its surface, it is only a matter of time.

This window is my sickness,

Frozen in time as the rest of the world moves on.

I battle my enemies until I have no weakness,

For I wish to see through them at least one more time.

I wish to see my friends and play in the snow,

Maybe even with my new hair of gold.

I wish to win the school spelling bee and get that blue ribbon,

Just to hang it upon my wall.

I will melt this ice, I will win,

And I will see through this window again.

I will not let the cold in, I will not lose,

And I will not be the one to die if I choose