When I thought
there was nothing left,
she showed up.
Not to teach me
a lesson, no,
not to reprimand
or preach,
but to lead me
to the door.
She didn't say,
"Get your butt outside,"
the way I might have.
She wrapped a red shawl
around my shoulders
against the chill
of the wintry wind
on the spring day.
The sun was so bright,
I wanted to close
my eyes, but she
demanded in her
soft voice - "Look."
And I looked.
And my eyes and heart
were flooded with spring's
flowering renewal.
Still here.
Beauty and I.
Still here.
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