A First Attempt At A Happy Poem

Not written because of any sudden bursts of happiness, I am still my depressing self =) This was for a dare. A certain way to get me to do something is to tell me that I can't do it!

Dusty, watery, white sunlight,

Illuminates the dark place that I've inhabited for so long,

Summertime dries up the blood and tears,

Heals slit wrists and broken hearts,

Flowers that were once withered, decapitated,

Return to their former, velvet-pettaled glory.

Everything is bathed in white-gold rays,

Shining like a mirage, like an unexplored horizon,

I've found the hope I thought was lost.

 

 

The End

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