Oh, how I need to be
so much more than I am
to overflow
with a courage that has long since fled
for the torrents of time have consumed my hope
they left nothing but an aching void
and the vibrance of what once was
is now pallid, cold and bleak
Yet driven
somehow something survives
eclipsed
veiled, but not extinguished
a radiance
within the dying embers
lives on
a terrible beauty is born
Oh, how truly I have lost
so much more than I can bear
I overflow
with sorrow that has no end
for the heavy weight of years has bent me so
that I cannot be as I was before
and the wonder that filled my eyes
grows pale and specter thin
Yet enduring
I am arisen
and tragedy
becomes epiphany
what is lost
is not hope
but illusion
and a terrible beauty is born