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My soul stirs beneath
layers of snow
this cold heart night,
finally settles into
drifts of peace.
My fears, shed like leaves,
I bear the weight.
Soon I’ll rise and
walk on solid ground,
thin ice mere memory.
Bone & Stone
Iron & Blood
I am at once revealed
and entombed.
I bask in moonlight
and crystals of snow.
I am the gift, sealed.
©2018 Joanne Young Elliott
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