The winter has been long, at times felt
unrelenting. Yet a cherry blossom bud pokes
into this bitter and cold. Color hopes
that winter’s grey will reveal anew
and wash away the lies and the stains
of past regrets. A new day dawns
and yet the battles continue.
When will we learn peace?
At the end of this tree branch
lays my heart full of happiness,
so full of bliss it took my breath
and folded it into a neat little square,
tucked it away. I haven’t seen it since.