Reflection

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.