I am a twig trapped beneath a sheet of ice

My path to freedom, translucent

Forced to wait;

To feel the warmth in spring’s finger tips

Instead of cracking free on my own

Trapped I am; my strength frozen

All I can do is wait


Beautiful Kind Of Beautiful

Your beauty is different than most, as it starts from inside but leaks out through your eyes. It’s like a glimpse of your soul is peeking out through your smile; creating the most beautiful kind of beautiful.