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.