And the sun rises, still
Even after discouraging days
Our hearts find ways to mend
In unexpected ways,
Feet continue walking
Despite our weakened knees
And shoulders once hunched
Rise up with growing ease.
Eyes once sad and downcast
Look upward in meek faith
Hands that used to tremble in fear
Long for meaningful ways to create.
We are products of resilience
Toughened up and battle-worn
Learning to love altruistically
Softened from the loss we mourn.
The Therapy of Words 