Laying it gently on the ground.
Watching this year's flowers grow up through it.
Discovering that it doesn't define you anymore.
Recognizing that it gives you a great and deep compassion
for every person who has experienced anything similar.
Being grateful that your eyes are open and your ears are up
And you sniff the air now like a wolf;
And your beauty and your love are yours to share, or not, as you choose.