I needed to see your bright, optimistically yellow flowers
To counterbalance the ever-growing darkness in me;
I unwittingly attached myself to hope
Peering out at your long, graceful branches
Swaying merrily in the breeze
Competing with the brilliance of the sun.
Your presence symbolizes light after a long winter
New life after tiptoeing precariously close to death,
And I grasped onto that idea like oxygen
To veins determined to stop circulating.
How we need those blindingly yellow flashes of optimism
In the descending heaviness of life,
The example of resilient growth
When our own will to breathe fades out.
The Therapy of Words 