Her Heart, Still, as the Frozen Surface of that Lake

Her heart, still, as the frozen surface of that lake she’d, drowned and, died in, it’d, stopped, beating, pumping blood, to the rest of her body now.

Her heart, still, as the frozen surface of that lake she went skating on close to her home as a young child, she remembered all the BEST time she ever could have, frozen, on the surface of that lake, and that, is where she’d, sent her heart to, to keep it safe and sound…

what the lake looked, like…with the cracks, the roughness of the surface and everything!  Photo from online

Her heart, still, as the frozen surface of that lake she’d, drowned in, she felt her self, struggling hard, to keep her head above the water, grabbing on to the ice all around her, but, the chunks were too cold, and she didn’t, have her mittens on, so she sank, deep, deep, deep into that lake.

Her heart, still, as the frozen surface of that lake, she’d, flipped through the pages of her life, tryin’, to figure out how her heart became, so frozen, so dead, so cold, she’d, traced the lines of her childhood years, leading to her teens, and, into her early adulthood, mid-adulthood years, and she still, can’t pinpoint exactly, what happened to her, or what, went wrong, and she, never will!