the sun stays with me
a while longer now and
brushes my hair while I tell
her about all the days she's
missed.
warmth floods my cheeks, my heart, my
home.
the ground grows flowers,
an apology for the months I have
been dead inside myself,
a celebration of this cruel,
beautiful cycle of living.
finally, I have shedded this
thick weight, and feel as
light as
the birds that are returning
home again.
-V
(guys, seasonal depression may or may not be a real thing)
