The Blood & The Bones

then March brought sun on days
when rain still drowned
the depths of me
dampened, almost defeated
I straightened my back
and found a place
in the warmth of its rays
I was paper thin and weary
you could see so clearly
like glitter on the pavement
all the places
life had pierced me
but still I stood
against the end
of winter’s wind
and held fast with hope
for spring’s awakening

the blood
& the bones