In the winter, look for me in the forest. Search for me between the evergreens and you will find me amidst the branches. Clinging to life surrounded by the cold of death, I will be there. My heart will be broken, my soul will be shattered, I will be but a shell of the goddess you know. The tears that run down my face will freeze, marking memories that await the appearance of the spring sun. My feet will be frozen to the Earth, searching for the sound of Her pulse against the howling of the blizzard wind. You will not hear me scream as I turn my head up toward the sky.
Come find me here, pure, vulnerable and ready for reawakening. Take me up the mountain. Let me rise above the treeline to reach the peak of our earthly existence. Let me soar in my sorrow through the oblivion of the storm to find myself placed, back in the forest, in the paradise of pure silence, the storm broken and the sun shining. I will flourish and bloom, unfurling the petals of my limbs to release the pain. The ice that grips my heart will fade away, leaving it beating furiously, melting the cold of my soul. The birds will sing their chorus as I turn my head to the sky one more, this time not to scream, but to inhale every atom of oxygen my body will take. There the reincarnation of my soul will begin.
Photo by Tyler Villanueva