For years, winter was my state of mind.
Vultures used to follow me,
taking scraps of my soul with them.
Their company was not at all bad,
but they whispered promises they could never keep.
An illness fell upon me,
Wrenching at me until I was swallowed whole.
A shift in the universe sunk in.
Walls came down,
Flowers bloomed where there was nothing.
Spring extended its warm greeting,
brushing past the ice and snow.
How did this warmness find me?
To this day, I will never know.