healing

a broken branch hanging from a tree that’s half fallen
we’re told to keep smiling but need time to reopen
they tell us life is wasted if we spend it depressed
but just think for a moment, forget about the rest
those days when you’re down and you don’t feel your best
when your joyful condition seems utterly suppressed
i believe, for those times, we should consider ourselves blessed
cold darkness is required to push you toward light
so i give praise to the lord for overcasting my sight
praise to the lord for making day seem like night
sometimes i’m capable, strong, and quite brilliant
but there’s times when it’s downright hard to understand him
but my sorrows, i need not fully comprehend them
they are monsters and shadows creeping out of the scum
but i will not follow and i will not succumb
you see sadness is healing and holds to it no shame
my acceptance of distress does not indicate pain
god consigns me some time to analyze this terrain
i linger in twilight, despite my fears of obscurity
but i find much hope in distant lights that come through to me
scrutinizing the reasons for dispensing all sanity
i find peace in those moments, when i’m free from humanity
this season of reflection persisted all year
then i made my decision, i would not adhere
to the quiet of the dark or the calm of my tears
i rested and built up the strength to appear
adjusting and forecasting, reality was near
stepping out of this cave, my face radiant and bright
strenuous it was to not to jump back in fright
for a most effortless, beautiful, appealing delight
burst forth from the sky, encapsulating my sight
i gave praise to my god for guiding me forthright
he placed me in darkness so i would reach for the light