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When Winter Is Here

When winter is here,
brittle and dried into
a shell of ice on every stair
and all you remember is
how slippery life is–
how things you counted on
slide away fast,
how likely life is to shatter
sharp pieces flying everywhere
piercing eyes and hearts
till the world shifts
and you are traveling with the Snow Queen.

When winter is here,
listen to that other voice—
the one you pray to never stop hearing,
the voice that says
The ice that coats our hearts
is thin. Remember it only takes
one firm step
in any direction
to crack it open
and give us firm ground again.

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