another one from the archives, also without a title...

Hoofprints left behind,
Sunken memories in the mud.
Spring reveals all that's been hidden and forgotten.

Let the wounds back open.
Feel. Hurt.

Summer will be soon enough,
Here to dry the cuts in time to heal.
Play wildly in bliss.

But for now, sink your feet into the earthy sorrow.
Let the ground soak up the pain.
She may make us weep, but
Mother Earth holds fast to her children.

Stand, grounded.
Feel. Hurt.

Hurt, but be comforted.
The Sun's rays can singe the skin,
With bits of hope.

An urge always exists,
To jump in,
Float in the water,
Let it wash you away,
To nothing.

But please,
Stay here.
Feel. Hurt.