A Melting in the Forest
Snow White cannot fight
Her soul’s become cold
Like White Snow.
She must go.
Sharp memories like icicles
Dangerously dangling
Ready to snap
Pierce below.
Love
She does not know.
A past of pain
Wrapped around her
Like the arms of her mother,
But a step away from blood.
Stepped away to run.
Where leaves are soaked with sun,
Let emotions come to light,
Let her find
What she has missed
Her entire life.
Snow White does not need to fight.
This poem is about:
My community