Petrified but Alive
I remember the fear
of the first year,
how I didn’t quite know
if I trusted the snow.
Then, with eyes closed
and shaky soles
I took the first step.
It did not bite.
I did not die.
BIO:
Joy Nelttes is a wife and mom of three who currently teaches writing at Belmont University. Writing is her passion, but her ultimate desire is to help those around me appreciate each moment as it comes and live a life of purpose on purpose no matter what each stage of life brings.
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