Hard Spring

You have lived in the wasteland so long
it has become imprinted
on your heart,
a hard darkness that clings to your soul
long after spring has come.

About this poem

I have heard it said that the heart has a harder time following the mind than the mind has following the heart. Thus we often still love those who betray us for a while, or we have a hard time loving again even when the love is real. Or it is why when after a season of hardship or pain, it takes us a while to understand that time has passed, and often miss the process of it’s passing. .

The picture was taken from a train window somewhere in Northern New Jersey.

Tom