Winter winds well up from within
This once vibrant, beating heart
Like fields of flowers slowly dying
Summer’s warmth must first depart
To smell a rose, you must bare the brunt
Of winter’s harsh, cold treacherous bite
And brave the frigid, freezing rains
That pour from your eyes each winter night
Like any season, the cold will fade
Balance returns to a healing heart
Flowers will bloom in your mind again
And you will find a fresh new start
March 26, 2013
