Inside, I am hushed winter,
a snow-covered field
whispering its emptiness in song.
I know this place.
It’s where I rose from the ashes.
It’s where I opened my eye to the world
and saw its raw beauty
for the first time.
The emptiness didn’t frighten me;
it was lovely, all sparkling and spacious.
I am here again
and the emptiness
is quiet again
and vast again
and full of dreams again,
sleeping underneath the soil,
patient for the spring.
I know I belonged here once
and that I belong now, again.
I will return here, again
and again
to make angels in the snow
and to lay my cheek
against the white
and hum to the dream-seeds
the lullabies like water
with the melodies only I know.
I hope that whenever I am reborn
I will find this place with no trouble.
Something tells me I will.
This is my house of new chapters:
hushed winter on the inside,
empty but beautiful,
waiting in silence for the blooming season
that is me.
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