There’s a certain darkness and blue heartbreak,
Ever creeping and crowding the feeling;
Like a perpetual, incessant ache,
Only starting to begin its healing.

Toleration of the black does little,
To invigorate the depressed spirit;
People say, “Peace is really quite simple”,
But rarely have they ever been through it.

And though life can seem like an unfair crime,
Through the emotionally scarring cries,
There’s always one compelling truth sublime:
The diligent sun never fails to rise.

Having hope in healing sunshine ahead,
Can help to dissipate much of the dread.