Once broken, now she bends.She has learned to become more like a willow, Than the oak she was. Still she stands her ground,Although the healing is slow. The process has brought her closer to home. Looking back down the road, she can only see the shadows of places she’ s been. and yet again she finds herself alone, shaking in the frost and snow where she stands. Finally starting to feel that maybe strength is overrated, That maybe weakness was created just for her to find, Until the bitter winter silence is broken by a cry, from the child at her side, and she remembers all the reasons why she started down this path. Suddenly she finds that all her strength is back, so she continues down that snowfilled track, swearing to herself that she will never again let the past distract her from the goals that she has set.