Cold as Ice

I wake up.

I notice.

I have arms and fingers as cold as Ice.

The rest of me is cold as well.

My heart is like a suffocating fire,

providing to little warmth to warm the rest of me,

Burning a little less bright every day.

My head is the coldest and hold it high.

Defying anyone who stands in my way.

All that is left is to take the icy crown and wear it on my head.

I would be unstoppable, i would be hostile, I would be unhurtable. 

I would be exactly like her.

A lifetime of abuse has lead me here.

Too much pain, too much fear.

And now I have to choose.

Do I pick up that Icy crown and destroy anyone I wish to, embracing hostility as I live out my life as an Ice queen in an Icy world.

Or do I huddle down by the dying fire, trying to feed it with love, kindness and compassion that I don't have. Fighting the good fight. Searching for goodness and a little warmth in this Icy world.

What would you do?