She's only sleeping
Deep and even
The whispers of a life
Still lived
Steam under the hoot
Guilt beneath a furrowed brow
What secrets dance
Beneath fluttered eyelids?
She climbs tall mountains
Especially if you tell her "no"
Bloody knuckles,
Frozen feet
Grim victories
And harsher defeats
But sometimes she only holds
For fear of letting go.
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