“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” ~Ernest Hemingway
For years I cursed spring.
During that time my heart woke to the bitterness of life. In the harsh frost of winter my anguish and the season were one, a climate where I felt safe, cocooned in a blanket of grief, a camouflage that ensconced me from the world outside.
Like grief, winter brings the bitter cold to our life, and those withered months drenched in sorrow tasted natural.
In the time I lingered frozen in my shroud of despair, spring had arrived, with feathered …