80. Coming Back
You were the tree that had my back When the world wouldn't let me rest. Your leaves hid me from the sun That was putting me in the spotlight. But now I see Your shade kept me from light That held everyone together. It was a comfortable apathy I hid in, Disconnecting me from being apart of life. The cover you provided Helped me remember The rest I needed, But I indulged. I wanted to trust the security of Rest from the warm rays. Yet, it contained the energy needed For me to get back on my feet And back into the world with everyone