Reaching out for that knob,

To open the door and end this continuous sob.

Daily feelings of loss of hope,

Hourly! Minutely! Secondly!, the sun, she can see no more.

Even when the outside world is bright and sunny,

Her days are filled with rain and are gloomy.

At times she wonders “will I ever smile again”,

“Or must this wretched life I end.”

Moving on can at times be hard,

But if she could just have someone reaching out to her palm.

Then she realizes that it is just a season of molting,

Like an eagle as it looses its feathers.

Then across that mountain she must soar,

Soaring in triumph of the battles she has overcome!

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