The sky had been cloudy for the longest time,
Hope often bleak, fun almost nil, all during my prime.
But now it seems the skies are clearing up slowly,
Bright rays of sun seeping in amidst the folie.
Like the first flake of snow melting after a freezing winter,
Like a widow's smile, years after the inter.
The sensation of light is unfamiliar on my skin,
Like a warm embrace that once had been.
I see the chirping birds and the pretty butterflies,
For where once there was a frown, now a genuine smile lies.
The clouds haven’t vanished; they still softly loom,
But a little ray of hope waits beyond the gloom.
The moment I let that ray touch me, enter my soul,
I know things are changing—and this time, it's whole.
