Something Visceral

It seems that in the spring

My lungs are filled with fresh air

My mind is clearer than the years before

 

Winter is bitter and unkind

Seasonal depression lingers

At the back of my mind

Is there something blooming?

Something visceral and deafening

 

I’ve never paid attention to the seasons

Besides the falling of the autumn leaves

The spring is so peaceful and calming

Which has bypassed me for years

This spring I am without scars or regrets

 

I am thankful