The Spring

i have these faces in my mind of a certain trial, and i'd really like to smile,
and i might have power to turn my frame, facing whence i came,
but it could not change a thing, no comfort it will bring,
much as i try they will elude me still, oh i clutch until,

the spring pushes these bright flowers up from their grave.
the sun rises up from foggy smears to make the well earned save,
i put one foot out ahead, out towards the water deep,
out against a fallen pine, out towards the mountain steep,

and plant the heel into soil fresh,
times from past wished all the best,
there's pain as blood rushes back in,
back to the limbs i will use for the win.

*original creation date: 4/23/2007