I wonder if the coming of spring can color my world with roses, sunshine and various images of life unfurling, crawling back into health or vibrancy. I wonder if like spring, I would get past the transition, of seasons passing and periods ending. I wonder if the frozen members of my heart can shake off the coldest winter yet. I wonder when waking up to another morning gets to taste like hope or happiness or excitement again. I guess when you’ve been in the dark and the frigid for so long, you’d always feel unable to move. Maybe all this numbing, insane pain that won’t go away will someday be put out. Maybe spring can spark hope within me, whip me back to life, and make me want to live on despite everything that kills me inside.