My Fire, My Ice

My Fire, My Ice. You burn so pure you put others to shame, without wanting to. My Fire held with such grace that nothing around is scorched, not even the floors. My Fire so soft people adore its presence, always so pleasant. My Fire warms the hearts of those coldest in the room and those admire My fire because the smile it gives fills a room. My Ice isn't as nice, I'm pleasant and I'm kind but my heart stuck in time. I try and I fail, the heart just got colder, the chip appears on one shoulder, My ice grows older, colder, till I'm cold and numb all over, I am My Ice and I can't roll over. My Ice wants me stuck, in motions of "I got this", to refreeze as I've botched S^&%, all I can do is watch it. As I freeze here all I can do is listen, the next moves are going to be my longest mission, nothing is mastered in a week we don't do submission, you've tried many times so focus with utter precision, the spark left behind is your soul, while you're alive you can still reignite Your Fire and your goals, just follow the open roads.