JHem

It was a rainy summer. As time passed me by, I felt my heart growing numb-er. It was a cold, dreary summer. It was a bright winter. I slowed down enough To let my life come back to me. It was a warm, fresh winter. The warmth returned that summer. You were the sunshine wrapped around me. You laid me to rest for winter. You brought back the seasons. It was a new time to Spring to life. I was able to rest during Summer vacation. You helped me Fall back in place. And helped me hibernate through Winter.

You grew up with ambiguity. You grasped your hands around anxiety. You don't have to cut out the source of your life. You can learn to breathe again as you drop the knife. You lived your life seeking ambition. You never gave up hoping for healing. But you never gave yourself your full attention. You swore if things burst, you're ready for your ending. Your shortcomings made you feel guilty. No one could imagine your inner strife. You felt a slave stuck in your condition. But all you wanted was a heartfelt tending. It's okay to let your world fall apart. You don't need that knife for precaution. You see your reflection captured by sins, But you needn't sacrifice yourself for freedom. You needn't carry that blade to cut away your misery. You needn't live your life with death as your release. You needn't to live life with a way out from imperfection You needn't carry the weight of the world anymore.