The I after You
lay dormant
in the heart of Winter
snow and shards of ice
as sharp as any knife
created protective layers
over my cold skin
But piece by piece
I thawed
First my feet
then my legs
then my belly
then my heart
and finally
my brain
started to come
back to life
like bright green leaves
and rich brown roots
Every once in a while
I was tempted to retreat
back under the frozen ground
to seek sanctuary far from
any heartbeat or blood pulsing
through my fragile veins
To be alive again stung
like frozen heat
But piece by piece
I became whole again
(Dedicated to my husband who has made me feel more alive than ever.)

Wonderful metaphor. One minor correction: The idiom is "Every once in a while" but you wrote "Every once and a while."
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Oh, I so relate, Michelle, through an unusual friendship. I felt every pulsing through my veins and swam in the heat of ice melting around me. You made my day with your new gem here! xxx
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