Surviving The Change

My soul is all wind swept, defeated,
My heart has turned into ash,
My eyes are all dry and sightless,
My ego has deflated and crashed.

What do I tell my dear daughter,
The world is different today,
Will she understand what is coming,
I hope she is happy, I pray.

Sometimes the worst is necessary,
For all parties to be happy in life,
It is a pain that cannot be described,
A twisting thrust with a rusty knife.

To face the bottomless pits,
You must learn to adapt to survive,
Like a Phoenix takes flight from the ashes,
Burning strong and so much alive.