I'm walking down the street
with my eyes staring
at the rough road.
Unable to lift my head.
Unable to ease my pain.
I wonder about a lot of things.
Worsening the claws of sorrow
that continues to envelop me.
But then,
A ray of hope drew near me,
with a voice
so sweet and gentle.
"Cheer up, little one."
My ray of hope said.
Little by little,
I felt a rush of emotion
conquering those painful claws.
With a smile,
I continued to walk down
the path I'm taking.
"Yes," I smiled.
"Life is too precious,
for me to waste it."
For those who need encouragement. :)