April

Song:Jannabi - Good Good Night

When April came, I breathed a sigh of relief.
As though the sun had touched my skin for the first time in so long.
And when I ventured into that wonderful brightness, I felt certain and sure;
The world was white. 
The newfound warmth was ever-forgiving.
I felt myself floating up, up, up.
The mist of new beginnings lifted me up and high
Placed soft kisses on my hands and loved me so tenderly.
And in that dawn of spring did I find myself
Caught up and stuck in the April showers.
Oh, and how treacherous were the showers.
A blink and I was drowning, I was wrecked.
The unforgiving tides of change tossed me about like debris
I was sick, cold, bare.
I grasped around for meaning - for purpose
Coughing up the bitter reality entering my lungs as I try to breathe.
Memories like arrows cut through the air
And down again like the returning needle
Then up again into my flesh where it took rest.
And I had to bear them like badges sewn into my skin.
What an honorable thing.
I couldn't breathe.
I was engulfed and the air sat heavily on my chest.
A storm was brewing somewhere off in the distance
And I cried in agony.
I had to live. I had to. Somehow, one way or the other, I had to.
But April was killing me.
Suffocating me and squeezing every bit of will I had left.
April with her showers.
April with her unassuming countenance.
April with her daggers.
Then she left, much unlike how she came.
April had left me naked and ashamed.
With open wounds and sore bruises, I shivered and lay silent.
I could feel the rock under me crumbling a little.
Then the sun came, a bird here and there.
But when May came and the grass had started to push through,
When May sang and the clouds had started to part,
When May danced and brought life to the unkind world,
But when May came to wake me up,
I had withered.
I was gone.

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