When you walk your road of darkened skies,
your saddened soul swims through my eyes.
Remember that your departed loves you,
your silent mourning not the glue.
When you hold your tears and do not speak,
your grief remains you always weak.
When your ship is righted so you think,
your mind will darken you’re on the brink.
When you say its fine to all who ask,
but you’re really not an empty cask.
Your pain needs voice your hurt is real
You need to feel and talk to heal.
Remember that the world is good,
And people will love you and be your wood.
To build a fire inside your heart,
that you may grow and make a brave start.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”