Discouraged as worries creep,  
this woeful spirit starts to crumble,  
and a heavy heart quietly weeps.  
Time waits for no one; it slips away,  
like grains of hourglass sand.

Yet resilience whispers softly,  
“Take my hand.”  
Through tangled thoughts,
rooted sorrows and belief
We’ll find our way out of this.

©️Lizzie Bevis