I feel like I can breathe
Like my lungs are full of freedom.
My heart, still heavy, is lighter
And my mind is much less dark.

I am still not okay,
But i know that won't last.
I will look towards the best parts of life
And hold onto them.

The forests, the trees, the mountains and foggy mornings
The fresh air, ths dew drops, the evening most
Of rainy days.

The love of friend, memories and potential, all equally dear.