The Spring of My Youth

For months, even years, I had been existing in winter. Its cold, bleak, and bare views the only thing in view on the landscape of my life. No colors, no green, no vibrancy, and in all truth, no life. My heart and soul had been frozen by experiences they found impossible to stand against, and at times I thought they’d never thaw. The cold, lonely hopelessness kept it’s grip on me for far too long, but deep down inside me something protested.

From the depths of my soul, warmth started to flow, to expand and reach. Soon, the sun started to shine again. The warmth began to thaw my frozen heart and soul. My healing tears were symbolic of the ever present water of spring. Slowly I’ve watched flowers and buds begin to reappear in my life, and the color begin to return. Now I look at my life and see something beautiful and exquisite, and full-fledged, smile bringing, breathe-deeply, peaceful spring.

Somehow I survived that long winter, to make it to this breath taking spring, and this victory will give me courage to face future winters. Because I know, they will always be followed by a beautiful spring.

Source: I wrote this in my writing notebook sometime during my creative writing class