It begins with a feeling of sadness
the incredible sense of loneliness
It will arrive upon excruciating loss
and travel to the nose of discontent
Then with a fierce provocation
down to the cheek of disappointment
The chin of despondency salutes it
and cheers it on to the neck of hopelessness
It is close to its final resting place
when it nears the chest of weariness
By the time it has reached the heart
it is ready to be devoured
The road is less traveled when healing
sprouts her wings.