*One so full of sorrow, can seem quite bare and hollow
Like a heart without blood nor veins
or unoccupied snail shells,
they're all the same
Lifeless muted reminders
of how things use to be,
like winters frozen waters
reminiscing of flowing seas
Though in the mind of one so saddened
one can always hope for change,
for life's ever-shifting ways
account for everything good, bad, and strange
-Bobbie Leigh*