I’m grateful that spring does usually take away the seasonal depression that I get in the winter. But I was thinking about how people whose depression remains all year long must feel in spring and was inspired to write this poem.
Maybe Spring Maybe spring will forgive me if I don't rush to welcome her arrival, if I don't shout with glee and fall to my knees to take in the aroma of each blooming flower. Maybe spring will forgive me if I find the chirping of baby birds like the plucking of strings out of tune and prefer the company of this darkened room to the blinding light of April's sun. And maybe spring will forgive me if I prefer the numbing snows of winter to these nurturing waters falling from the sky. For how do I celebrate new life when I still feel so dead inside? Justin Farley
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