This is just what happened to me today basically, I only used some creativity with the words really to help make it clear. I've recently lost contact with a close friend and I've been dealing with depression my whole life so I write to get my feelings out. Anyway hope someone likes it, this is my first proper story that isn't just a personal one.
I woke up this morning still tired and pretty depressed like I have been lately. I woke up and looked outside and saw it snowing and thought maybe I'd get the day off from school, I could just lay around and do nothing because that's what I prefer to do whenever I'm sad. So I checked the news websites for school closings and my school wasn't on the list so I forced myself to get dressed and go put oil in my snow covered car without any gloves in the cold wind, hating my car for being so bad about oil.
I left and drove all the way to school and just sort of zoned out for a few hours kinda sad which always make me sleepy so I just seemed lazy. I wanted to see if it was still snowing after I finished a wiring project I was given to do with a classmate so I went to the door and all I saw was this flowering tree that looked dead covered in snow and Ice. It didn't have leaves or blossoms it looked black as coal where it wasn't white as snow and it made me a little bit happier.
I saw something of myself in that tree. I saw a weak little thing fighting against a whole world that wants to see it crippled and dead on the ground. I saw a tree that at first glance is already beaten.
But I can see how it endures the cold, I can see it bravely hold the snow and ice far from the ground not letting it's limbs be bent and broken. I can see a tree that decided somewhere deep down That even if it can't make this awful winter leave it to enjoy an easier, happier life it can find the strength to endure this torment without giving in.
That little pink blossoming tree is sitting there just taking it, just waiting for spring, waiting for a time that isn't even promised to come while it's still alive a time that isn't promised at all. I saw myself in that tree when I looked outside that door. I saw why I haven't given up yet, why I keep fighting even when the sadness in my heart threatens to break me. I will have my spring and this cruel world will not deny me.