emerging like water
micropoetry
emerging like water
through the snowy window
the buds on the tree
frozen
I feel a pang of grief
for what
will never emerge
tracing grief’s tendrils
through my heart
to the girl in me
who did not emerge
remembering
the expectations
comments
norms
that seemed
to freeze me out
recognizing
I froze myself
in
but my spirit
is fire
and water
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