I’ve seen you grow,
grow frail and old,
yet you toil so hard.
I’ve seen you grow,
grow big and strong,
but lose all your heart.
I’ve seen you grow,
grow distant and cold,
but shed tears in the dark of night.
I’ve seen you grow,
and go from right to wrong,
but never once bite.
Beauty comes in various forms,
one of them is ice.
It teaches you what the cold can do,
if not chopped in time.
© achillesheelpoetry, 2022
Achilles' Heel 