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When crying becomes regular

A sad song stirs tears

The catharsis a reality


Familiar sounds in a familiar place

No longer provide comfort

My eyes wash away normal


Silent streams, heavy breaths

Breathe in pain, exhale hope

Mouth opens no words


No action, just idea

A picture far away inside

My world I can’t touch


I want to reach

But my hands remain

Stagnant at my side


I get farther away

Filling less of myself

Faith holds my heart