Snow fell outside her window.
So pretty,
she stood in her nightdress in the garden,
with outstretched arms, white flecked hair
braided down her back.
Wide-eyed Rapunzel.
She felt like standing on the tower
and jumping off.
Giving up the daily walk to fetch the paper.
Soft between the fingers rubbed to death by eyes.
Giving up the palest cups of tea.
On rainy days the only one without
a hood or hat for cover.
On sunny days, the only one without the sun.
So pretty, living in the mildest way.
Running girl, as fast as can be.
The snow seems to cover you.
It's not enough,
when you've got veins and eyes that see.
What love is, what hate and pain comes to.
Close the patchwork curtains,
Wear the hippy skirt.
Be free while you're asleep
It's the only dream that holds its worth.
So pretty,
Cutting into skin.
Thinks its worth the salt its in to clot.
You're going the wrong way.
Is it right to sit and cry
when other sit and try to hold
you tight?
Thunder fell outside her window.
She hid, she hid
under covers warm and safe.
While others thought that they knew best.
That's all you want to do when oceans
are too much to take.
So pretty, and it falls apart.
That's why standing in the snow
is worth its weight.
Arms outstretched. Just waiting.
