Scrapes

I walk up stairs only meant to be tripped upon

In that moment I realize that snow is not only beautiful but dangerous

Now I see to take action in walking up fierce-fully careful

I'm finally at the top and I start to think

Maybe I should be more cautious and less risky

Then maybe my foot would not be sliced open

But then I keep thinking 

When my love comes home

He will be worried and helpful and caring

Just from a little scrape

I guess some things have to be cut for

Better things to be stitched together