Therapy

Going through some stuff.

I wake up once again to the dewy forest floor,

there is nothing quite like it, sleeping outdoor.

The squirrels in the tree tops take no notice of me,

I take it all in, every breeze, flower, tree. 

The cold morning air like a kiss to my lungs,

The morning birds and wildlife exploding in songs,

They are happy for another one, another bright, alive day.

Unconcerned with the world's troubles, they frolic and play.

I stand in the clearing and look up at the sun,

Staring at its radiance, so pleased the night is done.

I'm fed up of the darkness and tired of losing my way.

But praise God for the morning! I can finally see the light of day! 

Author's Note

I have been going through so much lately, feeling like there is no end in sight. This is how I imagine it wold feel when I finally see the light at the end of it all. This is me hoping!