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Coming Into the Light
April is crying, she May be dying
The Junebugs chatter overhead while flying
She's alone and cold in the warm spring weather,
outwardly feigning holding it together
Flowers bloom as she withers away,
in the darkness on a sunny day
One day, a revelation
A fleeting glimpse of salvation
With all her might, clutching a candle
She begins to crawl, stumble, scramble
Reaching out, finding an extended hand,
she realizes she is able to stand
From then on every step is a thrill,
amazed at the power of her own will
The freezing darkness melts away
a little more each passing day
As she continues to learn, live, and grow
She can always be warm, even in December's snow.
