Spring Comes To Those That Take It

Grant Hope #93

Born in the chamber of ceaseless spring
her skin is as white as the middle of winter
eyes blue as ice
lips red as the blood that life binds

Not knowing what lies outside
curiosity gnaws
fear holds her back
The color of ice is in her distinct eyes
but her beating heart just can’t be hushed

Will she carry the values she’s been taught
discover something cold that makes them mortally shot
Can she reason through what she will see?
Can her youth be retained joyfully?

She doesn’t know for sure
but knows deep down
if she doesn’t go she’ll never sharpen the blade that warms her body
letting her skin nestle into the light of day
harsh or welcome as it may

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