Invincible Hearts

Having crossed the Siberian winter

of the heart,

with nothing living,

I came to a green valley,

where smiling people,

living gently on the earth,

were planting seeds.

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"Come in from the cold," they said,

making space for me,

and giving me some time

to feel safe.

They knew the warm sun,

safety, love and trust
would do the rest.

My heart began to melt.

It hurt, and I resisted,

but they told me

it was time.

Time to spread my wings and fly.

And so

I flew.

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Now they and I, one by one,
are crossing another valley -

the Valley of Trust.

I learned its language long ago,

in the Green Valley of Melting Hearts
and Flowering Buds.

It is the language of love,

of acceptance, of holding close

and letting go.

It is Memory, lit golden

by those years when we were all

Forever Young.

for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Winter. The title is from the Camus quote: In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.