Winter
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.