Winter of the Soul

There are times my soul is tired
Fighting tears of pure despair
My spirit drained of all reserves
Depleted, broken, uninspired
I feel myself become despondent
unable to break free
from this winter of the soul
which had taken over me

Yet, winter has its ending
and so shall come the spring
A springtime of the spirit
is coming over me
It's lifting up my spirit
and warming now my heart
Awakening my senses
I am yearning now to start

Memories trail like footprints in the sand

My words are now my playground
my emotions poetry
Love plays sweet my melody
as life becomes my song
I find my strength returning
and thrill to sing along