I’m still new to this world.
I’m only ten.
Yet I’ve already felt this
Coldness the world has to offer.

I was born days before spring.
Maybe that’s why my
Heart seems to freeze sometimes.
There’s also the kids at school,
Who look right through me and
Whisper about me at the same time.

And there’s my dad.
Could You tell him to be nicer?
I know it could be worse but
Holes in walls and red backsides
Keep my sisters and I up at night.

Does it get much harder than this?
Does the world get any colder?
My mom’s eyes and my teacher’s warm hands
Give me hope.
Hope that spring will come again and again.
Hope that You’ll protect me from the cold.