Ice Over Time Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

We sit in ice-
Frozen in time like the flaking pictures
She showcases on the forgotten bookcases.
I crack and break on purpose
While burning with determination
In hopes that my crumbling will bring about change,
But sun can't reach.
I've learned bookcases can teach.
They have whispered novels of knowledge unto my deafened ears.
Their words mean little,
But I am enlightened by their benumb longsuffering
For I know it too well.
We are alike.
Their books are solidified like that of my purpose's feet,
But we will melt over time
Because we are burning to change.