Light is returning,
to my mental sky,
Light is returning,
as with the sun.
The storm is passing,
my mind is lightening.
The burden will never be gone,
but it is lessening.
The sun is shining,
and for once I smile.
The warmth spreads to my feet,
it soothes my soul,
as it hasn't in months.
Call me crazy,
call me high,
neither am I,
I'm just happy.
Happy for the light.
Happy for them.
Happy for those I call my family.
Happy for my family of friends.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Light is returning,
to my mental sky,
Light is returning,
as with the sun.
The storm is passing,
my mind is lightening.
The burden will never be gone,
but it is lessening.
The sun is shining,
and for once I smile.
The warmth spreads to my feet,
it soothes my soul,
as it hasn't in months.
Call me crazy,
call me high,
neither am I,
I'm just happy.
Happy for the light.
Happy for them.
Happy for those I call my family.
Happy for my family of friends.
This is a poem I write as my seasonal depression is on its way out. Please, remember seasonal depression is still a serious issue and should be addressed as such.
