Spring Came Anyway
Every time I lose my way,
I think of the girl I was.
Sitting on top of a hill,
snow stretched endlessly around her,
heart broken,
soul aching,
so tired she could barely breathe.
Begging the stars
for even a little warmth.
She truly believed
spring would never come.
That this cold
was forever.
But spring came anyway.
The flowers bloomed
without asking her permission.
The butterflies returned,
dancing in a world
she once thought had forgotten her.
And now here I stand
my heart still a little sore,
still remembering the winter.
But I know something she didn’t:
This is not the end.
Because no matter how long
the cold stays
spring always comes.
