A Million...

It is bittersweet consolation,
When on your lowest of tragic days,
The sky cries you a million tears
To wash your own away.

The world seems passive
When seen through bleary eyes.
A million stolid bones collide -
The sad candor of lived out lies.

You wonder at the gaping silence,
For flapping lips have tired.
Still a million words are heard
As painful thoughts, undesired.

A heavy head carries you down
To gaze upon drowned feet -
The burden of a million stones,
Reminiscent of your heart’s defeat.

Yet with an effort of sheer desperation,
You look up to perceive what's beyond the veil
And take one of a million steps forward,
Which will bear you through the gale.

For amidst the shards and through the storm,
Only one thought and sense is clear.
You’ve survived the depths in a million falls
To heal and strengthen, despite your fear.