Stepping gayly in rhythm, I move with an agility of bereavement, taking a stand against the sadness trying to set itself up inside my heart of crystal teardrops. <br />Wanting to sob and cry, I refuse, swallowing every morsel I keep myself strong in the face of humanity.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keeping-strong-2/
