As the twig flowed downstream,
The icy water carried it,
Barely visible beneath the snow,
A symbol of my frozen heart.
But as the winter days passed,
The twig was slowly stripped of its burden,
The snow melting away,
As my soul began to awaken.
And as the twig emerged,
Bare and unencumbered,
So too, did my spirit rise,
Finally free from the weight of my sorrow.
In the middle of winter,
There is always the promise of spring, and
As the twig was reborn,
So too, was my heart,
Ready to embrace all that life has to bring.
