By Michael W. Raley
I thought I could stay a step ahead of my grief,
But it ran me down.
Grief was the ferocious lion
And I was the helpless gazelle.
Grief has permeated every area of my life,
Even to the core of my identity.
My grief is compounded by the weight
Of depression and anxiety,
Which are enough on their own.
I pray desperately for a light
To pierce through this dark night of my soul,
However, the darkness remains.
The harder I push through,
The tougher the resistance.
The greater my cries,
The more resounding the silence.