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.