The sky is gray today,
And my windows are all clouded
With the salt from the recent storm:
All echoes — or projections —
Of the sadness that sears my soul.
Though I will honor that sadness for now,
Seeking comfort where I can,
I won’t give up, but will continue
To do my best to be a light
In the midst of darkness
And keep love as my guide.
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