What he saw was gray
Not dark, nor light
Shouting in the gray silence
Ask for help as long as he can
Her body is weak
In the rooted tree
The sobs are like a song
Just be heard without anyone wanting to help
In the silence of the night
The cold air pierced sharply
In silence she cries
Hope it does not end tragically
Until the whole thing is not bright anymore
Turn into darkness in lonely
Her eyelids began to close
He thought a speck of light was hope
Make sure this is the path you want to walk because once you start, you have to be committed to the process. The progression will be exhausting, discouraging and daunting. It will get you down, but the end point, which may be years down the line, will make it worthwhile. - Will Granger
Author: Jess Dee