Today she’s finally letting go,
She’ll give her past the slip;
Regrets like raindrops gently flow
From empty fingertips.
Hefty while she clutched them tight,
These burdens, weightless, slide;
Regarded from her newfound height,
She fancies they were lies.
Embryo in frozen state, life that lies in whispered hush;
Seeds have time to contemplate prospective perks of being crushed.
Future fruit that owes its taste to winter’s harshest, toughest blow,
Shows us nothing is a waste – frost breaks us down to help us grow.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 