It’s OK

A child sits at the window      Blowing warm breath on the ice

—A snapshot in her life     Which appears innocent and pure

—She smiles as the ice melts     Her body resting on the sill

—The blanket slips from her body     The ice is warmer than her heart

—Markings and bruises cover her back     How she can gather air is unknown

—I ask her what happened     A tear fills her eye

—Ice still melting at her breath     Her body well poised

—She pulls the blanket over herself     Still staring, whispers it’s ok.