The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
Inspire me
To push at the sorrow
A little bit more.
With each day
I feel a little bit
Less weak.
Not stronger
But perhaps
A little bit less weak.
Hope you all
Are having some good cheer
Please remember
People struggle during this time of
Year
Happy days to all
Old tales and stories of years passed
Little smiles mean everything
Joyful but manic
Anxiously worried
Dramtically depressed
Excited to learn more
Never positive what comes next
Fake smiles
Fake laughs
Fake responses
Fake jokes
Fake being comfortable
Fake being fine
Fake being okay
Like I haven’t been
In a long long time
Fake all the normal
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