I am invisible, but I make myself known. I am silent , but I make myself heard. Like the ice freezing over, I am never expected. I will always knock on your door. I am the beginning of , a barren winter. I am the frozen soil, incompetent to support life. Like the glaciers invade the ocean, I will grow. I will be the wind blowing your door open. I am an icicle that never melts, the unzipping of your coat in a blizzard. Like the hypothermia setting in, I make you delusional. I no longer knock on your door. I will rob you Of everything you have.