Spirit of sorrow sits heavily upon my heart today,
challenging my mind in a battle of unforgiving tears.
Raking my mind, tossing tidbits of images, taunting
and cajoling my heart to fall within itself, filling
with despair.
Yet, without even thinking, hope begins to rise inside,
despite what sorrow tries to plant in my interior life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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