Sunrise comes, and once again, I’m in pain 

Grieving the life I could have had

Hollow hope

Knowing I will never live and breathe and think 

Like you, like her, like them

I carry the grief and guilt in my purple backpack 

A billowy burden that no one can understand 

I keep it tucked away and tidy

Always afraid it will spill onto others 

The straps woven into my chest

Binding me

Into a quiet dance with sorrow

Each day harder and heavier

Striving for solace

Yet knowing, it will always be this way

This ambiguous grief