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."