| He came, he left, I will survive |
My face turns up towards the greatness of heaven As small white crystals fall into my eyes Filling my nose, Laying on my cheeks. Those frozen drops melt the pain in my heart. My hands reach out into the greatness of space And the wind blows across the palms of my hands, Taking my breath, Caressing my fingers, That precious touch Removes the fear in my chest. My feet stand firmly on the greatness of the earth As the snow gathers around my toes. Freezing the flesh Taking away the rest That lingered, frozen pieces of my soul. |
| Written by a Wyandotte Woman Oniena Onda |
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