all that was ever needed
now she waits for spring
surreptitiously placing feet
one ahead of the other
but the rain falls on this day
the lake that was yesterday frozen
steady and safe
where she placed one foot in front of the other
now, placing feet carries a different weight
a little warming was all it took
and some rain
the lake, frozen, solid, only yesterday
now has spaces that are no longer safe
where’d that girl go?
the one who wore bright blues and greens
she spoke only quiet words
but in her style and her brightness
she said “this is me!”
she needed not shout her truth
she walked it in quiet rebellion
she walked her truth
daring others to tell her otherwise
she now wears her truth less
and she walks her truth less
that 16 year old is long gone
that 16 year old who walked her truth
in quiet rebellion
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