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.
Wanting to sob and cry, I refuse, swallowing every morsel I keep myself strong in the face of humanity.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keeping-strong-2/
