Staring at what I've lost
There is no sweet return
Regrettably so I cannot find
My way home
As I stare into my hands now empty
I realize that life is not
All that I hoped for
And yet there’s this feeling I get
When I see the setting sun
That I know that life can also be renewed
Not life after death
But life from tragedy
Nothing matters more than living
Yet at times I feel lost in a sea of tumult
It is these times that I focus on the guiding light
Not a faceless deity whom keeps its distance
But a feeling from past bliss
Where I felt lighter than the clouds
Soaring through the trees
Like a soft and gentle wind
It is in my times of loss and doubt
That I draw strength from a thing that is rarely sought
By those engulfed by misery
Your spirit washes over you
Removing the doubt and fear
And giving you a life of your own once more.

 
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