the end to winter

it's been a long winter, my friends.

met and unmet.

My heart's still intact.

My brain is rumbling again, fishing in it's back pocket for bits to complete pictures I've been holding back until I had the strength to hold them up. Over my head. Proud of myself for seeing these stories, lying in the gutters. And certain that that's not ego. At least not an improperly aligned ego. One not taking the heart of the world into consideration, not that kind of ego.

I surely know now.

I've been tested. Tempered.

I've re-found the sunshine, the invincible summer that lies so deeply, so profoundly constant, within me. It's been covered over with capital T Terror. I've waded down and down and down. Letting go of so much that accumulated in a second and then was woven into armour over the months, years of healing.

I can type.

I can think.

I can now and once again I can type as fast as I can think.

And finally, after a circuitous route home to myself, I'm here.

I'm more resilient than I realized.

But then, after all, like you, I'm human.