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A short poem dedicated to someone who showed me who I can be... |
| Snow Sculpture One day-- I don’t remember when-- you found me, A rock of ice, resolute and unyielding, Lonely and cold. Then, without realising, you really found me, Revealed what lay beneath the surface For you to behold. Now, for the first time, I have found myself, Have chipped away at resentments, past mistakes, Opened wounds of old. I bare myself to you, eager for you to see more Of the warm and loving me that you exposed, The me you frequently extolled. The rock of ice is no more. Your love, your praise, your strength and your devotion Are the tools by which you mould. Winner of the contest
Thank you, Martha |