~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

It's winter again, with a dream of spring. I stand with shaky feet on the cold loose soil. Bare branches reaching for a sky I cannot touch, Roots drinking quietly beneath the frost. Storms have fallen, trees split. I sway,  Absorb, endure, and wait. From the soil of pain, tiny shoots rise up.. Green, stubborn, unafraid. Dry leaves carpet the ground And feed the roots of what will rise again. I am not whole but life pulses in me, Silent, steady, unstoppable. Seasons will turn. Time will pass. And when the sun finds me again, I will bloom not because I am perfect, but because I am alive. --_--