hidden story

She stops her steps to look at a blossom

curled away.

The green bud revealing soft petals hidden away.

She stops to watch

the swaying of the stem on which it rests.

It nods as though in acknowledgement of the secrets in her chest,

safely tucked away inside.

She remembers the sound of pain, the way it gurgled up her throat and from her eyes,

she watched tears hit the ground and shatter.

She is in winter’s silence

like a vine cut back to bone

and now spring has appeared and she feels life stirring within.

Fear wraps its cold hands around her, pulling her to stay in winter’s grip

even as courage whispers at the edges of her soul…

come.