Spring

By Brandi Hill

A new beginning to

A very old book

Flowers blooming

After a cold, cold frost

Cubs play wildly

After a very long

Deep sleep

Rebirth of life

From a world

Once torn

Changing patterns

That broke me

Many of times

I wish and pray

For a second chance

To find that deep

Inside I really

Can survive

Now loving myself

Not selling myself short

I find a new path

What I need I hold within

My spirit, my guide