The misunderstandings lie flat
underneath the cold ground.

Harsh words
buried and forgotten.

Putting it all behind me,
I turn to face the lost sun.

There is no warmth now,
but artificial heat.

Edgy survival.
Effexor
and benzo
die
azapams.

Artificial warmth,
for now.

Until I find that hidden sun.

If it went down,
surely it must rise again.

Another day,
another week,
another year,

From underneath the cold, cold, ground
of misunderstandings
and failed hearts.

Bare grey trees
shivering in the frozen air.
Spring growing within them,
Unfolding in secret.