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.
I am from
My hip-dysplasia harness and
My teddy bear blanket
I am from my dog that always slept beside me
Even when my parents locked the door
Author's Note: I am a therian, and I have four theriotypes; a leopard, an owl, a dolphin, and a horse. Because of this, I have the nickname, "Lowldorse".
(Sometimes)
Life just seems much too hard
(Sometimes)
I don't want to go on
(Sometimes)
I feel like it's impossible-
Immovable walls surround me
(Sometimes)
I don't understand other folks-
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