Ice Queen Poem by Margaret Van Den Heever

In the icy chill of a winter's morning
I can feel her presence in the wind's embrace
Her entrance bears no warning
An austere glare is etched on her face
 
A splintered soul wrought with steel
No one knows what lies within
Abounding attempts to conceal
Painful memories that have been

Opinionated and downright rude
Always right and others wrong
A calculated approach she does elude
Does she adopt this to belong?

They say "no man is an island"
Although this lady would much protest
I wonder in her convent of confinement
Her soul finds peace and rest?

For if that key unlocks that door
The atrocities therein would be released
And the tower of control would then decease,
And a helpless girl would be there as before