Fear of the Cold

January 18, 2012
By Ionman BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
Ionman BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
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Trees suffocated by the snow,
Blanketed by clothes from head to toe.
I felt impervious to the cold,

Strutting over a hill, I looked down.
The frozen pond stood silent,
The clouds dimmed what was a shimmering image of ice.

I walked on to the frozen pond,
I heard the creaking under my feet at each step,
Slowly it grew louder, but I had this experience before.

Sucked in to the black hole
Ice was crushed underneath me
Each stroke slowing, muscles taut.

Winter’s grip strangled the air out of me,
Every breath was a struggle,
Nothing made sense.

I climbed a tree,
Connecting the shore and water.
I won the battle against the frigid water,

Meeting the shore,
I climbed to see my safety,
My protection.

I looked at my house,
Each step grew warmer
My room was my true objective,

In bed, the blankets’ warmth was all I wanted.

The author's comments:
I just wanted people to realize how dangerous going out on to a frozen over pond was. When I was about nine or ten years old I had this life threatening experience where I almost drowned in a pond. I was assigned by my English teacher to write about a memory and this one stuck out, so I wrote about my memory of drowning.

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