When she asks me if it hurts

When she asks me if it hurts...

When she asks me if it hurts,
Her eyes are as blue
As the sky she lifts her face to,
To laugh out loud.
Her joy is infectious,
I can feel it tugging
On the corners of my lips.
She dances ahead of me
On the concrete. I tell her
That you forget the pain,
And make the experience
A part of who you are.
Because life is a spectrum,
The light that is you
Shining though the prism
Of the whole world
And pain is a part of that.
But you can't
Let it stop you.
Because there are moments
For dancing,
And laughing with the sky,
And little girls who
Hold the whole world in their eyes.

By Xia Harris

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