It has been a ruthless winter here
Clawing my way out,gritting my teeth in fear
Sweaty palms and rethinking everything I held dear
My mind was home to all the dark thoughts that lurked near
People tried to coax me out of this well I built,they even had to scream
But I felt numb,useless-out of reach.
My vision blurry and future no longer secure
The prickly rope of guilt dug into my wrists-hope, I couldn't procure
But yesterday I saw the first daisy grow
A shade of yellow in the dust of concrete
Dark days are over-the sun I shall greet.