Sorrows Die Hard

It started with a sniff.
Escalated to a tear.
Before I knew it,
Shoulder-wreaking jerks shook the floodgates for tears loose.
It drizzled, then poured, then flooded and washed.
My tears cleared my mind, the blessed water drowned the pain and revealed what was behind the mud of sorrow - Hope.

I never thought this mission would be such a heart-breaking journey.
Never guessed it would result in rapid ageing of the mind and soul.

In short, it was painful growth.
Necessary... but painful...