Summers

The wind ruffles my hair,

And mornings now have a freshness to them,

Almost daring me to hope,

I guess that's just what summers do.

The gentle hum of the fan weirdly has a comfort to it,

Like a reminder that eventually, it gets better,

I seem to find solace in the most unassuming, domestic things,

Leaning on them to keep me grounded despite it all.

It seems to me that maybe life is worth living after all,

As I laugh my heart out with my friends,

And feel the wind in my hair,

And maybe, just for a moment, everything seems okay.

I'm learning to feel alive again,

Like summer rolling by slowly,

Things I used to dwell on don't bother me anymore,

Like new spring leaves after a dry autumn.

My hair is short again,

And it feels just right,

A smile plays at my lips,

And I feel something like peace under the moonlight.