My fear used to hurt
Like winter.
The choices I had to make
Paralysed me,
Locking me in a cage
Made from bones
Of the skeletons in my closet.
(I thought they burned? Must have found new ones
Along the way.)
But on that same Path,
I found a key.
Every lock beckoned,
Whispering spring.
But fear still chilled,
The December frost
Still clung,
And the stars
Remained hidden.
But then the Moon
Shone through the snow,
And I saw my path
Had been a circle all along.
A hand found mine,
And she led me
Out of my darkness.
Now,
My freedom thrills,
Unfettered and unchained.
And it's finally Summer.
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