Found Reason

I had found a reason to why I write, self healing. Though that may be true I wish to help others like myself with depression and other issues that are hard to cope with alone.

 Sky crystals dance,

blankets of snow,

covering the world,

gather like couples to fire.

 

 This white light,

before was frigid sorrow,

long I've been wrong,

now at ease I rest.

 

 Opening these eyes,

to see myself,

in the sky crystal tears,

a path revealed.

 

 The prints are laid,

set before me to walk,

guided by faith,

to steel my resolve.