This is death and depression,
withered dreams and broken hearts,
disappointment and exploitation,
lost potential and wasted years.
Life in winter.
It comes and stays so long our forgetful hearts thinks it will always be.
Then in the oddest place, life is stumbled upon,
discovering a slow, building hope
peace is found in reflection and waiting
in a soft and secret-laden breeze
little bursting sights of life
truth unfurling, triumphing over long-lived lies
reaching out, trusting
that you will be caught in warmth and security
that purity will reign where once was only shame
and from the deadness, renewal will arise
and light will shine in every corner of darkness.
So wait, wait through your winter
because an explosion, an incredible outpouring of spring is coming.