turning silent pages (poem.)

the sadness now is fading,
falling away.
fading like the light of day.
almost as light now,
as the mist of an early moring.
the heaviness is lifting,
lifting each day.
it's easy to look back now.
to look back at the pain and saddness.
to see tha struggles... that have passed away.
and are now going cold in their grave.
never to rise again.
never to be seen, felt, or heard.
as silent as a reading book.
forever the pages turn,
silently.
so the story in written...
and it will continue to write.
write without stopping.
writing about how the saddness was fading.
like dry grass set a-fire,
on a blazing hot day.