This poem uses some of the same language I had used in Pandora's box, but it was a completely new emotion, so I wrote a new poem

Wings

My feet are glued to the earth- bound with ropes of fear and chains of conformity.

Wings of hope sprout from my shoulders. I hold the key of courage.

slowly- I unlock my fears.

My wings spread and breath in the blue sky's of opportunity.

fading into the open air.

free... free... it whispers

I am a Pandora's box.
Bound in fear, tipped with barbed edges.
The fear in me prevents me from realising the hope that good may come from this.
I am full.
I have love, hope, peace, hate, confusion and understanding twined together in an unbreakable not.
Open me.
Untie me.
You get it all or nothing.

The grey winter sky peels like eggshells,
Revealing a layer of blue and white, streaked with gold.

Stone grey grounds crumble and melt into tiny green sprouts and young budded flowers.

Miniature, delicate grass blades take their first gasps of air like infants;

breathing in life.

Warm wind spreads her wings and whispers life into the dead winter landscape,

transforming it into a bed of new life.

Spring time

Mikayla Bloomquist