thawing

months pass. i don't write. i don't talk much either. i lock the words and feelings deep down inside me. i let them hurt me.

my heart is frozen cold after the long winter. people try to melt it with their smiles, but they can't even touch the surface. instead it cracks and splinters, threatening to break into a million little pieces. i am fragile.

it's almost october again. the magnolias are flowering, spring is here. the ice is melting.

maybe, this time, i'll thaw too.