How many times can a heart break?
Many times,
until it freezes
like a Siberian winter
so it won't be hurt again.
But the thing about winter is,
it ends.
The sun warms,
the flowers open their blooms,
petal by petal,
and, despite itself,
little by little,
it melts,
and dares to
love again.
For Poets United's Thursday Think Tank prompt: winter
