A spiritual journey through the five stages of grief. Denial Anger Bargaining Depression Acceptance Tiny speck of hope peeking through my window tell me what you seek there is nothing for you here maybe you should leave. I am just an ounce of emptiness fading behind this dark stay away from me before you lose your spark. O’ my foolish child how do you not know? You are the light I come for and yet you have no clue this spark you see in me is a reflection of you.