She was a dance of winter blue,
A determined flame of cold white dawn.
Her eyes, once a child’s, now deepened to an ocean,
A timeline of loneliness and suppression.
She’d become an adult.
All child-like desires restrained—
Seeing her this way makes my heart ache.
In her youth, she’d been a goddess,
An ethereal howl of biting winter wind.
Never holding back.
Now she stands,
A mere whisper choking the storm inside.
I want her to scream,
To let go of this tranquil heresy
And call forth all the corners of her wild heart.
I want her to be free.