As the seasons change so do the trees.
As the days grow longer and the nights grow shorter,
our souls cry out for a place to belong.
The ache in our heart waiting for love.

Life as we see it feels meaningless.
on the verge of giving up, we let the wall crumble
depression and loneliness seep in through the cracks
pressing on our chest, restricting our breath
digging our graves, burying our thoughts
chanting “No more emotions, no more pain.”

Yet up ahead there shines a faint but radiant light
seeping in through the cracks
finding its place amongst the darkness
making itself a home
warming the shivers in my spine.

As we slowly think about giving up
our lives feel meaningless
as our hearts ache to be loved
our souls cry out for belonging
yet the days grow longer, and the nights grow shorter
as the seasons change so does our faith
do not give up, do not give in,
I will always be right here if you need anything.

Written by primrose Morrison