she will come again

A reflection about feeling lost in anxiety or depression- trusting in the help of others and the moment when it begins to lift and you begin to see sunlight and happiness again

Lost in the darkness

Of the night

Of the snowstorm in my soul

Disoriented and fearful

So very weary

Can I go on?

Someone extends a hand

It cannot be seen, only felt

They say

Hold on, my dear

The sun will come up soon

I hold tight

Tears freely falling down my face

Then, I feel it

Like a fog slowly lifting

Her sweet rays upon my face

She won’t let us slip away

They won’t let us slip away

Silent and strong is she

Pushing through the frozen tree limbs

To bring us out of the darkness

She is here

I am here

She shines

And I relish in her sweet warmth

Breathe in her warm air

I can see her again