For K.
Crumpled paper daisies,
like seeds of
scribbled secrets-
blooming dreams-
& everything I am becoming
are falling from me,
along this mountainside
& I crawl in utter darkness.
My frozen feet // bleed
on this cold path
of maturing yet
shattered dreams
staining the hem of
this snow white dress
flowing around me,
as I stumble into dawn.
The shackles of ice
are ever so slowly
cracking
Splintering light as
they melt
on this journey
releasing their grip
on the dark-
on my soul-
on my heart-
as they fall apart
leaving what was broken
once again whole-
& I walk
& I climb on
towards Spring.
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 