THE WINTER
Her world
She built
By constellation
Her head
Was rooted
In the stars
She wore a crown
That she built
From the pain
That she hid from
It was a crown of thorns
A crown of light
She lived
In an era
When time had froze over
When winter first started
She could not recall
The cracks in the ceiling
Became constellations
Her world
She rebuilt
From the bedrock
Of her skull
The storm was set upon her
It surely meant to end her
But through her window
The stars spoke to her in light
Reborn from destruction
Under an earth long frozen
She reached deep
Into the bedrock
Through the thorns
Through the light
She dug through the cold
Deep into her skull
Under the weight
Of the generations
The story was foretold
In the deepest of winters
True devotion is needed
With hands bleeding
She unearthed the gold.
