rising from beneath the surface
breaking through the ice
to a dawn i never thought
these eyes would witness
coming home to a new day
that is as comfortable
as the day i was born
these feet will carry me
over rocks and hills
will carry me onward
and onward
become the fins that
push me to the surface
to break through the ice
to break through to a new day
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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