I have a best friend
He's not like any other
His hair is
Red
White
His nose is
Red
Big
His eyes are
Amber
Fire
Where he once was
Stoic,
Now he's
Silly
Once was
Guarded
Now is
Guarding
Once was
Careful
Now is
Carefree
Once was
Stressed
Now is
Strong

Always patient
Always forgiving
Always trusting
Always kind at heart

My best friend.

I am a Queen
Cut from paper
Folded however you want me;
The creases show your wavering.

I am a Queen
Colored in gold
Left blank my heart for you;
Which you forgot to draw.

I am a Queen
Who could blow with any breeze;
Glue my feet to wood
So that I can never leave you.

I am a Queen
In a wax palace
Which melts with your touch;
But your flame can destroy me.

I am a Queen
Giving Paper Orders
To Paper People who know of no better;
Who you place before me.

I am a Queen
Sitting on my throne of cardboard,
Reigning over all;
Except you who manipulates me.

I am a Queen
Only two-dimensional,
But just as malleable
As you would like me to be.

Winter is a time for just
God and me. When others complain of the snow, God reminds me that he made the snow just for
me:
Pure.
White.
Innocence.
Rebirth.
The silence of a cold winter day - the silence is for me, one who hates noise.
The blowing wind is God's proclamation that He loves me; I can feel it down to my
Hair billowing, down to my
Bones. It sends
Chills up my spine.

Do You remember when I was 10 years old and I took my
Hat off in the wind just so I could feel you, and I lay in Your
Snow arms for hours, listening to the
Deer rustling through the dead trees?
The clouds turned silver as the sun sank in the hazy sky, but still I couldn't go inside; didn't want to end
Our time.

Even now, when the slush melts to puddles and the air begins to feel warm, I find I can't wait for
Snow again.

When you look at me that way,
My stomach turns to ice and my thoughts freeze.
I utter a sentence but it sounds from far away
Flames rise in my cheeks as I've said the wrong answer

What a funny thing it is, to be made of both fire and ice

i am golden,
and i choose to dance
through this fire
even though the blazing heat
continues to scorch my skin.

each step i take
is more painful than the other
for my feet burn
as i walk
on this blistering crucible.

i am surrounded by
unbearable hotness;
my lungs are being filled
with soot,
but i will rejoice in my suffering
for i know
i am golden
and that i am being refined
through the flames.

Dangle your feet off the edge;
It hardly feels like dangling at all when the
View is a theatre backdrop in full detail with
Moving cars that you could reach out and touch.
Still your heart panics at the thought of stepping off the
Boulder you've been standing on for so long, though you feel as if you would be
Stepping onto the theatre backdrop and leaving your
Shoe print on it.
It would be a long fall, since it's
Not a theatre backdrop after all.

What if I left?
Hit the road like the
Weary Traveler that I am?
Would anyone know I was gone, or would they only notice the
Work that has one less body to attend to it?

Like an addiction, I crave the
Back roads
New adventures
Memories created
Scenic views
Wonderous splendor
Strong breeze
Fresh air
If I swallow this drug one more time
(Just one more, I promise, this time I swear will be the last), then maybe I can find myself enough to
Stay.

So let's go, I need to feel alive.