Numb to Fear

Once each and every year,
Your voice pierced my ears.
Through those thin wires,
You worked hard to ignite
Fires with sticks of lies.

You promised that love hurts.
For you war is no worse,
But I am no more a
Willow branch you can sway.

To your fire, now I
Am liquid ice untied-
Free from my dictator.
I drink strength from winter!

A refugee of your
Love, on feet in shoes so worn
I feel not one sore
From fleeing barren shores-
Only relief to leave
Your war far behind me.

Thank the ice inside me.