It is true that nothing fixed was not first broken

When the rays of sun filter through the clouds and breathe spring into early May

It is only a deep exhale after winter’s tense, repressed torment

Just as May, I am never quite as fresh and alive as when I first release from the cold

When the fracturing of a heart occurs and frigid halves must separate

I find that after the thaw

I am always riper than before

Words that once crawled from my pen flow like a creek muscling through the last of winter’s resolve

Tears are not a burden but blessed rain, the water to battle away the freeze of feeling and the self-pity of snow, the suffocating fears that sadness is all a mistake and I was better off before

Yet rebirth is too flimsy a word to explain the utter creation that occurs

When I shake hands with my woes and slowly part ways

When floods welcome in self-respect and warm feelings stay

To experience the dissolution of a dependency on someone else is to coax the growth of oneself and let the harmony of thought and life coexist

I am never more myself

I am never greater in being, stronger in feeling and attuned to the world as it beckons with opportunity

Than after love leaves me broken