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| artwork by Grace |
If part of you has died
Is it a bad thing
to raise your hands
and grow into the Spring?
The winter that has gripped
your life so long
stirs to a thawing
So you too must melt
and like the aging snow
move on.
Like seeds the pieces
of your life
You've buried deep
will sprout and then
Just when you thought
you'd never live again
Fresh flowers rise out
of the softened ground
to bring renewing
to the others round.
So raise your hands
and grow into the spring.
Grace
