Grief
Like traveling through quicksand
Slow and dirty
If you stop
Even if only for a moment
You start sinking
There is no letting go or going back
So you must keep going
To trudge on no matter what
No matter how deep you sink
How filthy or tired you get
To fight on through the grit and grime
To scream and curse
And claw your way from the depths
To stumble on until you see the light
Because the end of every battle
There is a peace
A simplicity to life
So you must push through it all
To fight on with all you've got
And never give up hope