After a season of depression
Joyless days felt suffocating
A season of anger followed.
A ticking bomb. 
Everything irritable.
Then I confessed my furry.
This overwhelming burden.
Then I entered into the season of tears
Crying out of nothing
Cleansing my eyes
Cleansing my heart.
Relief. 
Then Joy restored. 
Joy restored my heart. 
My courage. My breath.
Letting tears flow
I turned them to Jesus
And made each tear count
As repent.
Ah! …freedom.  
Delight. Dance. 
Peace. Rest.