Trace these scars like stories
Of a girl who has survived.
Her head a beautiful mess,
Her words windy whispers that revived.
Cup her cheeks like sun-kissed happiness
Once dowsed out with rain.
Remind her that summer is worth it,
Enhanced by livid colored pain.
Hold her close and be her rock
On a beach of sinking sand.
The waves they cannot break her,
Proof carved in her pale left hand.
Murmur promises like love
Into her eager ears.
Bring the heat so long awaited
Throughout those winter years.