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Discarded and outdated,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.