“Extinguishing flame in ice cold, I watch stinging scars form. Standing solo under sheer white, my ragged breath is iced. I am as frozen as the death that plagues my waking. I am all who remains of my tribe. [Warrior Spirit]” MindBodySpiritSpiritualityCourageWarriorSoloSpiritual BlockPlagued By DeathRemaining Member Of Tribe Book:Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall Source: Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall