Katie Girl

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

A Glimpse of Spring

Anger had mounted 
creeping in with each degree of mistreatment, 
darkening the soul daily at a different hour.

Mentoring the depressed, 
time had robbed hope 
leaving a mere ounce to measure against the weight of despair. 

buried deep in mulch, 
I await my savior……

a glimpse of spring.