SUNBEAMS THROUGH THE MIST

Artwork by Olivia Bossert

Light comes in through tiny cracks

It wriggles through to coax life back.

When joy’s a concept, a word, abstract,

When you feel guilty for feeling sad,

When you’re a burden, a mess, a pain,

And deep inside you’re so ashamed.

When you want to disappear,

But even that fills you with fear.

Reach for strength in random signs,

A perfect pebble, a breeze, moonshine.

The fog of sadness will slowly lift,

Replaced by a soft silver mist.

You’ll glimpse a sunbeam; first one, then more,

One day at a time rekindling joy.