This little light of mine has been brushed aside by despair.
As darkness gnawed on its warmth, the dimming light clung to hope.
The pain smothered it and the smaller picture was blurred so it surrendered.
The haunting sound of my heart slowly pounding on its door.
Sadness grounded my soul while sucking the air from my lungs.
The excruciating pain coursed through my veins and my knees were forced to kneel.
As the smaller picture grew, numbness took hold.
SONYA A WATSON 