Sonnet #38: Push Through the Rock

Something there is, in even the hardest of hearts,

that seeks to grow; that pushes through the rock,

finds room to root and branch, to thrust apart

the granite walls we build, and to unlock

the doors we shut so long ago, attempting

to shield and guard what’s already been stolen,

but though innocence was lost, hearts never empty

but fill again, as rivers do when swollen

with the rushing melt of winter. When spring's sun

honors its ancient promise to return,

its heat awakens hope where there was none;

makes seeds to bud and longing souls to yearn

again for something they thought lost forever;

a love so strong its force great stones must sever.