I love the spring
The hopeful air,
Knowing we made it through another winter.
I love the smell of open windows,
That first warm day.
What a relief it is,
My depression has lessened
And I feel whole.
The bitter darkness inside me
Has turned sky blue.
Clouds scatter the sky,
As though leaving my head
And finding a new home.
Clarity is something I’ve taken for granted.
I’ll never do it again.
I’ve never found something so therapeutic
As sitting outside in the morning,
That first warm day
Drinking coffee and reading a book.
An overwhelming feeling courses through my veins.
it tells me I’m going to be okay
And I foolishly believe it.