When depression breaks like a fever,
Rest settles into your bones.
Sleep comes like never before,
Only candle light is shone.
Hours pass by like the wind,
Unseen & unhurried, carefree.
Night comes and goes like the tide,
In the morning, emerging: the real me.
Answer: 17 hours, a few tears, a lot of sleep, and a refreshed soul!
Question: What does a tiny cabin and some confession get you?
