There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can\'t climb out.
It\'s my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.
I put one foot in
front of the other,
and I will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long-lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.