Seasons changed.
Suddenly. Unexpectedly.
Winter came and covered her heart,
then Sadness followed and broke what remained.

What once flowed easily
has become painful and confusing.
What once seemed honest
has left with no explanation.

Now alone, she feels a fool.
Trying to patch a tear
in the fabric of a lost moment.
Trying to mend her heart that feels broken.

Winter came and now she knows
to pick up the shattered pieces
that will never fit together again
and will never be understood.

Wiser, she now knows to protect
what was allowed to be vulnerable.
To draw it within and hold it secure.
Too precious to be shared.

Growing stronger from within,
refusing to be
deceived by the voice
that echoes of the wrong
and chastises through the fear.

Grasping at hope until now
fleeting and elusive.
Ridding the soul of
the worry and confusion
imprisoning the mind.

Conviction unwavering,
the stoic survive.
The power to change
is born from need and despair,
molding the weak to reclaim life.

Waxing crescent
shadowing itself,
peering out into the night,
lending your tiny light
while the yellow dwarf
is sound asleep.

Patient waiting
destiny fulfilled,
quiet metamorphosis
going almost unnoticed
by lovers and those
who search your sky.

Soon to reclaim
your luminescence,
calling the seas to your hold
while intertwined with Her,
captivated by
the game you play.