journées d’avril

On a Wednesday morning, in the in-between, I feel light.
The sun is up. Outside is green and bright,
it’s lush feeling this alive after all of this,
I wonder if I’ve made it out of the dark abyss

Flowers could teach me a thing or two about patience,
about growing and blooming and diligence.
I’m being taught lessons the hardest way
learning that what’s meant for me will always stay,

and that sometimes you can very well nurture
the very thing that might have caused such torture.
“Hold still”, spring says. “Keep quiet and look;
your love is all it took,”

(And divine timing, too)
“for you to reap what you sowed.”
And wasn’t this all worth the treacherous road,
look at this heart you cared for enough to become new

after the pain, after the storms and winter nights.
Breathe in the fresh April tulips, breathe in every moonbeam
and take in the love you wished for once, twice
wasn’t it worth it to dream?