I’m Melting

I’m just like the Wicked Witch of the West. I’m alone, I’m evil, and I am melting.

I am coming in to my great thaw with a nervous sense of anticipation. I’m afraid of what is underneath the icy layers I’ve put down. I’m afraid of the things that will be brought to the light when all is melted away. Who am I anymore without this layer of cold protection?

What do I do if I don’t like who is underneath the ice? What if I find a scared and angry child? One who fights and screams and hits because she’s so scared. What if that is all I am at the bottom of this glacier?

What if I’m scared to be the person I want to be? I want to be a person who strives for integrity. My honor will be the one thing that people cannot take from me. My word will be as solid as the frozen blocks of water that lie melting at my feet.

What is man but a mass of thawing clay? – Henry David Thoreau

I will thaw nonetheless. I am scheduled to melt in all due time and all I can do is endure it. Go through it.

Melt.