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Somerset
and Wessex Eating Disorders Association
"Serving those affected by eating disorders" Strode House, 10 Leigh Road, Street, Somerset, England, UK |
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to the 18-25 Project  Ice Maiden Barely remembered memories, fragments from the early days Single flashes on a ruined tape, childhood memories a haze But some push through, the feelings and smells are strong Far more evocative than what I refuse to remember, what was wrong I don't know who you are that left the marks upon my skin Not now physical or visable, but enough that I draw in Into myself when a he touches me or comes a little too near No-one knows the power of the unknown, non-understood fear And so I crawl into myself, to draw away from the shame I bury my head to avoid hearing him say my name And my heart grows cold, and another him calls me the Ice Maiden And leaves me, colder now, this frozen lake my haven But under the frigid beauty of these feet thick walls Turbulent waters flow full of life, and passion sprawl He never touched long enough to see that deep And so the wind that came froze so cold these walls to keep And the dread that a touch can bring keeps me defined as a she And the heat that a touch can have keeps me away from the hes Because to melt, oh the thought, to thaw and let free Those turbulent passions that well deep in me Who would I be? What would keep me intact? I would run, drip and pour and bits would never come back The perfection of ice lost to a touch I don't know if that thought will ever not be too much All I know is that now with boundries of ice With a cold heart I can keep it in sight It being the thaw, and the sounds of spring The sounds that a touch with trust will bring
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