Spring

When your fingers ache

From clinging to the dark

And you scream in pain

But no sound comes out.

Sit with the silence

That haunts your dreams.

Hear your body.

Breath.

Beat beat.

Breath.

Beat beat.

If you listen close enough

You will be reminded

That you are not entirely alone

And that is enough

To scare the monsters away.

Chased from your garden,

Planting can start again

And you will begin to bloom.

- Lara