For anyone trying to heal – I hope you have days like this. Days when there are little rays of light shining through all the darkness, and signs of hope everywhere you look. Keep going.
This morning I saw a small stream of light,
Just a tad, just a crack in the blackout blind.
I didn’t rush past it, I sat while it lasted,
I breathed and believed it, just stopped and received it.
I thought maybe this feeling, maybe it’s real.
Maybe it feels like I’m starting to heal.
I sat by the window with a mug full of tea,
Just let myself be, just watched the steam.
What if just like it I’m starting to rise?
The haze could be fading, there could be blue skies.
I thought maybe this feeling, maybe it’s real,
Maybe it feels like I’m starting to heal.
I walked through the park, saw signs of the spring,
Roots sprouting shoots, and birds starting to sing.
Just like us it gets made through a breaking,
In the harshness of darkness, in the pain of the waiting.
I thought maybe this feeling, maybe it’s real,
Maybe it feels like I’m starting to heal.
Of course I knew as I thought it all through,
That’s there’s still more to come, and more work to do.
These buds and shoots they’re not yet flowers,
Spring sun can quickly become April showers.
But maybe today, maybe just for one day,
A pause, a thought till I go on my way,
Maybe just maybe I’ll let myself say,
Maybe just maybe this might be ok.
Maybe this feeling, maybe it’s real,
Maybe it feels like I’m starting to heal.
