the seasons are changing—
and so am I.

As summer rolls in with its
blistering heat,
I begin to step into myself,
crawling out from the depths of my
depression.

the sun rekindles a gratitude
I let slip beneath
the weight of winter’s wet and
weariness.

I rinse pain from my skin
and bathe in light.

the clouds have broken.
the storm has passed.

I am free.