The First Crocus

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A dear yoga student and friend
shared with me the news
of a young man, twenty-three
who after many attempts
at sobriety
put so many chemicals
into his veins last night,
his body could no longer fight,
and his breathing
slowed down so far
that now he breathes no more.

Twenty three
with a whole life ahead
and now gone from the chemicals
and the struggle,
the addiction,
set free from these
and hopefully to find
sweet repose
and eternal peace
yes
but he is also now gone
from the first signs
that spring is finally here,
when winter’s chill
gives way to the first crocus
poking up through the still cold earth
to tell us,
“There is always hope.”

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