Leaves slowly come back to life as the snow melts

And the bears’ hibernation comes to an end

And so I am expected to wake as well

To see a new beginning and live in accordance with the beauties of spring

However, my heart has not thawed from the dark winter nights

It has not begun to beat with the possibility of regrowth

My heart only feels the weeds surrounding it

The thorns pressing into its core

No I shall not meet the expectation this time

But I shall settle in and wait for the next defrosting