Renaissance

We are all glaciers

as we transform, split, and calf

pieces of ourselves.

Beliefs fall away.

Discarded and outdated,

the mind seeks new truths.

Protruding upward,

spiked ice veins like bare tree roots

bleed in gratitude.

Watery blue blood

races over severed limbs,

freezing as it heals.

In time, birth wounds close,

scars form, scabs fade, and peel back

to reveal new strength.

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