And Despite Everything,

in this hard year where I lost it all and more, 
here comes May, which is more than I deserve, 
dripping in lilacs and bleeding hearts 
against a grass so green, it takes your breath away. 
And I still have breath, pink lungs to send it in and out, 
a heart that’s still beating in spite of itself, and skin 
that feels blessed to be caressed by this sun-kissed 
wind, this cloudless day.