Resilience

by Michaela Macha

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Snow falls
I rise
Its white load buries the landscape
My snowshoes glide lightly above it
Freezing cold nips at my heels
I move faster, my strong muscles heating
Hunger cuts hard at my innards
Tracks in the snow lead to prey
My sire is slain
A husband´s my weregeld, I claim a new kin
My mountains are lonely
My father´s eyes watch from above
Black nightsky
Bleak snowscape
And in between, life.
 
© Michaela Macha
 
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