i awoke, gasping for air

sunlight trickles through

the morning mist as

spring stretches her

dew-dropped arms,

reaching for the warmth

we have all been denied

these past months. 

i am ready to breathe again. 

my heart aches for the

growth, the green,

the scent of hope

on an early april morning. 

shallow breathing,

keep your eyes forward,

don't let your lip tremble,

don't let your chest shake. 

it's time to let the sobs out,

it's time to let the sun back

into your room,

back into your bed.

let the little broken boy

breathe again,

dig him up,

and put your pieces

back together.