From the Low Valleys of a Somber Heart

From the low valleys of a somber heart, Worries settle in like the morning mists, And hang around until they at last part, Then hide away till they come back again. Days come and go, and so do all the feelings, Yet, each time they seem to return still stronger, ‘Is there anything to even believe in?’ We ask, when the cold nights seem to grow longer. ‘Why do I have to go through this?’ we say, When all the pain returns again in strength, And for our souls, Hell has opened its gates, To bring us down to live amidst the flames, And the hurt slowly burns the human heart. We all face heartache, especially loss… We all face heartache, especially loss, When our world begins to fall down around us, And everything seems to be as if hopeless, And our very longings all but wound us. Let a lesson be learned from suffering, It teaches of transcending our own woes, It brings you to that silent place of peace, Where you don’t want to suffer any more. At such a time, our hearts begin to open, And we give in to hope that pulls us closer. Great solace is found in that exact moment, Where our fears fade away for lack of substance, And all our worries are but mists that part From the low valleys of a somber heart.