Answer:
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
What can be measured but not seen?
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
What is the smallest sentence with all letters in the English alphabets?
you hold my tail while I fish for you
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?