There always comes a point even in the darkness when a light shall shine, giving birth to hope. It is during these times that I have found my mind in acceptance of that which has been given, and lost.
Trails of ash down barren roads,
Weakened hearts pumping only tears,
The world that was no longer for us,
Despairing nights of endless sorrow,
New days dawn in future sense,
Never what we've grown to know,
Looking back to remember falls,
Each step we take a memory in time.
Rachyl DeWitt 3/20/2014
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