Winter

As the frost melts on a spring morning, 

I rise, renewed from the throes of desperation,

Only the broken understand the dark road taken,

The instinct to survive through this winter.

Where there was once beauty in a silent snow,

I am now frostbitten and forgotten.

How long shall I stand restless and alone in the cold?

Who shall warm my weary bones?

I long to once again return to the warmth of spring

To hold new life in flower and fawn,

To behold a summer rainstorm, and wash my wounds.

Allow me to be as I once was. Innocent and free.