Anima VI

So go then.
Build a den or burrow
of yr pain & doubt & hurt.
Go there in yr sorrow
to lick yr wounds.
Be careful not to take enough
to last the whole long winter,
let hunger draw you back
to the open world.
I don't like to see you go
but how'm I gonna stop you?
where yr going now I cannot follow.
I'll give you this fine blanket
& a flint to start the fire
for now let feeling hibernate
while you heal, I'll wait
to see you emerge
sleek, strong & new
in spring.