I am truly resonating with this poem right now.
When winter comes to a woman’s soul,
into her inner self,
her deepest spaces.
She refuses all connection,
refutes all arguments
that she should engage in the world.
She may say she is resting,
but she is more than resting:
She is creating a new universe within herself,
examining and breaking old patterns,
destroying what should not be revived,
feeding in secret what needs to thrive.