Thaw #3

Recovery is slow, but steady. I sat down at the word processor to find that everything I thought lost in the snow was still there, waiting, biding its time until I was ready to unearth it. A little matchstick girl sits freezing in a corner and I've been so afraid to touch her lest I could not carry her out, but I am not afraid now. Not all days carry a great torch, some only a small flame, but even a little ember may thaw some ice, and every day you do not freeze is a day you win. I know her path, even on days when I sit silent and the page freezes white I know her path and I will clear it for her, every day I do not freeze is a day I win.

Is a day I bleed with purpose.