From Grief to Grace

Meandering on my course,

I seek out my fate's source,

Through constricted lanes,

And the extended pathways' chains.

Overwhelmed with a feeling,

Of profound grieving,

My vision short and weak,

Stumbling over all I seek.

Despondence now my guide,

At springtime's opening stride,

Whilst my joy's bright sun,

Promised to uplift what’s undone.

A haze clouds my hopeful days,

In brooding, I'm lost in a maze,

Shedding fervent, burning tears,

Which chafe at my internal fears.

In my somber destined plot,

A hopeful speck dared to dot,

A soul whisked me into flight,

And soothed my affliction's blight.

My sourness now dissipates,

A grin once more reinstates,

In the approaching days I foresee,

A tranquil heart in me.