When clouds hailed hurt,
your harmed and crippled bloom
retired into itself,
nursing its grudges;
now snow piles on icy insult
and forces heart’s hibernation.
But beneath the soil,
where only worms are witnesses,
Roots reach needy fingers deep into
solidity;
when life smiles again,
you’ll be ready.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Sweet encouragement. This was a kind of God-nudge for me today. 🙂
Wonderful! I love it when that happens… 🙂 Thanks Tina.
Loved the ending, Melody . ..the being ready! God bless you as He nudges and you write!
Thanks Debbie – what a nice way to view writing! 🙂
A big YES to that.
Thank you! 🙂