Skies bluer than the mantle of the Blessed Mother sending
peace throughout me, even in my sorrow.
Hopeless feelings kept inside, hidden away so as not to
disturb others with the pain it brings to light.
Solitarily filling life, holding such emptiness inside,
tears finding relief in prayer.
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