The Woman Who Bloomed In Winter
The Woman Who Bloomed In Winter ************************************ She was a flower born for the golden spring, But life placed her under an endless, weeping rain, A promised garden of velvet roses Left her with only the thorns and the pain. She wore her grace like a heavy crown, While beneath her ribs, a quiet ocean threatened to drown. *** She fed the little birds in her sheltering nest, Even when no one cared for the roots of the tree, A lantern consuming its own oil in a dark room, She gave away her warmth, wild and free. She spent her light ensuring others could safely sail, A solitary lighthouse standing stark against the gale. *** Her nights were filled with heavy, shifting shadows, Her brightest dreams were buried deep in the dust, The hands that were meant to hold her gently Forgot the sacred language of love and trust. She was treated like a deep well in a desert place- Treasured for her water, but forgotten in the drought's embrace. *** She carried mountains wrapped ...