Spring and Hope

It was spring today.

I guess it's time to come alive,

To throw off the blankets

And greet the bluest sky.

The birds were hope,

Or they sang of a hope

We haven't seen for awhile.

Hope and darkness

Cannot easily coexist,

And I have been the darkness,

And who has been my hope?

But it was spring today,

And something stirred inside.

Something that changed

The colors of my day

And made me come alive.

From the death-like winter in my soul 

To hope and spring holding hands.

In the moments from here

The flowers will grow,

And I will try to grow

After being stunted for a year.

But it doesn't seem impossible

Or improbable or simply not to be

Because spring is my season

To learn to live again.

I'm gasping in each breath,

Dancing beneath springtime skies,

Embracing that thing with many feathers 

-That thing called hope.

It was spring today.

It's time to come alive.

I've been fast asleep

For months now,

And waking up is hard

Because hope and joy mean everything,

But they are quickest to die

When you don't fight to keep them alive.