Heart of nature's ice

Glare is but a raging blizzard

Cold and precise

Watching over them

They're not afraid

Though others may be

I am the protector

Of our backwards family

Guarded

Not part of this family

Doesn't quite fit in

Yet not alone

Accepted

Not as family, but as a friend

Not excluded

No walls

No longer are the gates closed

The door locked

You've broken through my walls

Into my heart

I am the late bird

With no worm to eat

The late worm

That doesn't get eaten