Spring Snow Storm

Spring is here

New things grow again

Reawakening from the numb, bitter nights

Can’t I bloom with the flowers too?

Can’t I grow from the depths of winter?

Full of grace and curiosity

Flourishing without judgement

from seeds that are meant to grow.

I’m stuck in a spring snow storm

Numb, empty, apathetically hopeful

Wishing for the suns rays to reach me

To thaw, to defrost these feelings of

shame, loneliness, fear.

But I know,

Winter doesn’t ask politely

and I don’t welcome it like an old friend

I haven’t seen in years.

Instead it screams,

demands,

to be let in, without invitation.

It drowns out my sense of reason and

my answers to the questions why?

It fills the corners of my mind

and I tremble at the transition.

Trapped by self-doubt,

Doing as I’m told , Reaching for validation

from everyone but myself.

Will I recognize within myself,

my naked beauty? My free spirit?

I tell myself

Hold on,

The flowers always bloom in the Springtime.