Fear of a season

To Sping and her strong spirit


She is afraid, but who is not? Life can be scary and unpredictable, yet so beautiful and full of wonderful surprises. She is afraid of loss. But how can you be afraid of loss before even reaching out for a grasp?

Spring is here or will she? I am happy and yet afraid, afraid of getting hurt and hurting. Being lonely is an easy path to choose. You don't need to worry about a thing; it's just dark, narrow, quiet and cold; that's all it is. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Do I want to stay there? Does anyone?

I can feel the breeze. Winter is long gone and Spring is already here. I swear I can feel it.