Wings of Ice

You stretch out your arms
Spread your wings to fly
But the winter has stilled you
Your wings are laced in frost
Icy cold and blue
Unbearable to touch
For they're frozen
Your crystal feathers motionless
insecurity is unbearable
Matters not how many matches you strike
How many candles you hold to it
The winter has stubborned your flight
Drained of all courage
And emptied of warmth
You're so scared to move
What if you chip the ice
And never fly again?
Oh, how it must wrench your heart
To spread your own wings and not know how to fly