It is that time of the year when
the clock paused for a moment
as it resumed
I was falling apart

It is that time of the year when
demons ambushed my ailing heart
their loud voices in my head
tearing down my hopes and dreams apart

It is that time of the year when
daylight pierced my eyes
nights were friendly
at least I could close my eyes
close them to meet the demons again
this time not in the voices but the darkness of horrifying vision

It is that time of the year when
even books left my side
“Is it anyone out there who could shush them for some time?”
It must start with me
Maybe, I should get some tea
Maybe, I should eat french fries
Maybe, I should sit in the shade of a tree
Maybe, I should listen to my favorite music
Maybe then demons would listen to me?

It is that time of the year when
I confronted them head-on
fighting didn’t help
it made them stronger
so I sewed every broken piece
whispering to them:
It’s the greater things in life I am meant for
they listened to me
I think they believed

It is that time of the year when
I was wretched
and in the process of fixing
I touched my inherent self
as if I closed my burning eyes
when I opened it
the world was a different place

It is that time of the year
I am grateful for
I take pride in the scars it endowed
they remind me of all things full of life
I feel it in the smiles, I feel it in the tears
I feel it in love, I feel it in the pain
I feel it in music, I feel it in paint
I feel it in the poems, I feel it in everything humane

It is that time of the year when
Spring was introduced to my life

It is that time of the year, again
Spring, is here
I see it in colors, pink and yellow
I feel it in the breeze, as they talk with my hair
like the scars they whisper to me:
The greater things in life waiting for you

Spring, is here
Spring, is here
Spring, is right here
It is, that time of the year 💛