"Let me ask you what pulls you into life, when you gulp inside the hardest of ache.
Let me ask you how you still go on living, knowing the roots have grown so dull.
Let me ask you how you continue living, knowing every walk has become the hardest slog, for beneath the leaves are memories, You carefully pushed aside.
Let me ask you how you meet your eyes When all that you housed inside is still breathing and burning you alive.
Could it be a joy on the other side of loss? Could it be a dream on the other side of despair?
