The natural world and the solace it would give me
Always seemed so constant and alluring.

But now, how dare the sun shine brightly, or the sky be so blue?
How can the birds bear to sing,
Or the trees stand tall too?
For at this end of misery,
It feels a great offense to be happy.

Sometimes, I have no words for pain
And know not how to heal the wounds.
Yet other times, my heart pours out
and I feel the voices in my mind tumble onto a page
sometimes elegant, sometimes rough,
but with emotion just the same.

I’m sorry, dear friend, for everything
that has befallen you.