Ningizo*
Swept away by girls in white.
Their feather comfort was
my solace. I was surrounded
by love for the first time.
I felt cold. Amber fire stirred
within my heart.
They let me cry. They caught
my tears in cupped hands.
I forgot my body, left pain
in another place. I shed
a snake’s skin that day.
I learned the beauty
of ceremony. I gave
all that happened
a new name.
snow fields of healing
icicle tears melt freely
winter of my life
* ‘s/he melts, thaws’
in Ojibwemowin
Photo by Charles Haacker
Thistle Thoughts 
Cool, delicate deliverance, and grace in every sense. ❄️
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Thank you, Sun 🙂💙
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This one is precious. I appreciate the beauty in it. Thanks.
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Thank YOU 💙
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Very comforting. The lines made me feel as if I was wrapped in a cozy blanket!
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Thank you for reading! ☺️💙
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Beth ❄️💙
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Beautiful, healing poem ❤
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Thank you, Constance ❤
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I find this poem to be a mix of both sadness and happiness! Or I could say, there is some solace in the sadness! A touching poem!
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There is healing in release. Thanks for reading, Dominic.
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You’re welcome Jennifer!
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