The Process of Healing
The white capped hills look down on me
A desolate landscape of misery
My breath blows cold against the pane
And cold pain blows right back
The winter invades my broken heart
It hurts so much, I need to start
To mend the rips and tears of me
And rid me of my grief
If I leave my lodge of warmth and safety
I fear my nightmares will come find me
But if I stay, I'll freeze to death
Inside this room of cold, dead sorrow
As I venture from underneath my boulder
I feel a weight lifted from my shoulders
Today I finally let go of
Everything that held me down
The sunshine beams upon my face
I'll not return to that sad place
And just to prove that I'm alright
I think I'll sleep in the woods tonight