Now I can wonder again,
inward to where the heavy ash lies,
dampening my mind, tampering with my heart.

I can gently blow those specks of black nothingness away
So that life may rise again and spring back
where new things grow and the heart
is reborn, pulsing fresher than ever before.

Now I can look, remember to see and not to forget
the outside. Remember to breathe the air the trees provide
and know the joy and love of others.

Now I am not so cold, drawn in on myself,
frozen in the crackling shell of winter's slow time.
I can lift my head above the cloud of my cage
and listen to the birds sing of Winter passing,
so that Spring can break through.