A season to mourn,
A season to rejoice.
A time to see life fade away,
A time to see life anew.
All compacted in my heart.
A weaving of feelings, an embroidery of emotions.
I stand wordless, my soul in lack of comprehension.
Where are the answers?
Faith wants to dim. I beg it to grow.
And I go. I keep walking.
The sun rises. The sun sets. Another day. Another motion.
My eyes search for the horizon that will bring me to a brighter tomorrow.
One step. Two steps. Three steps ... slow-moving to a place where I believe there will be no more sorrow.
lovely poem as always , my favorite poet.