by the bye,
life made crude gestures
and mocked,
jeering at young hope,
optimism – the incredulity
of a stubborn soul
– and I stood,
solid,
as of ice,
ice that had grown
upon my near-still heart.

and
in the cold,
the choice, circumstance,
I chanced
and all loosened:
they fell away,
those jewels, crystals
showering the ground,
at once my prison
and my pleasure.

no longer held in place,
my courage,
my fear,
shattered.

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