My heart is still in winter, tho my flowers say it’s spring.

I am surrounded by cold realities that I cannot change.

I do not have the power to thaw my frozen, fearful heart.

Life is precious. The fragile need protection.

I am hunkered down for a bit.

Holding my budded heart closely.

Waiting for a safe time to open.

I have faith in spring, even now.

We will endure. We will bloom again. We will grow.

This I know.

FLOW