The winter is cold.
A statement so obvious, it seems foolish
to state it.
But, it’s true. The winter
is cold.
This winter, has been cold.
Harsh.
Tiresome.
Dim.
Harsher than some seasons, easier than others.
But, cold.
This winter has been cold.

But for this winter, I am grateful.
For, in this winter I have found healing.
I stumbled into a new way of living.
And then, my need for selfishness
fell away. It fell away as I learned to embrace
my fears, my smallness, my powerlessness. I
learned to accept myself. I chose to accept that
I was born this way.

And on that simple admission, a new way was revealed.
I walked, with trepidation, with desperation, through the
healing chill
of winter.
This winter has been cold.
And for that, I am grateful.