The Sorrow

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.

Fainting Goat

UT

15 years old

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