Awaking, if this small light can declare
Some spark flaming through the tainted air,
Which took the young girl by surprise.
Hope finally let in through her forlorn eyes.
Yet the time has come. Let it in. Close the door!
Her heart thinks she might have felt this before.
The frost has frozen it for too long.
She’s trusted it before, but then she’s been wrong.
Melting around her resolve to feel,
Busting through her resolution of steel.
She can never fully believe she’ll find gladness,
Caught for too long in her deafening madness.
The drought of feeling, the numbness of cheer
Had shackled her; for life was her fear.
True, others had told her she could break free
Of the depression that dropped her to a knee.
Awaking, if she could trust the light.
Some hope to erase the darkness of night
Which imprisoned her in her eternal hell.
Now, hope fills her empty shell.
Yet she was afraid to finally let it in.
Her heart’s capacity had grown thin.
The hardness had increased in her mind and veins.
She’s trusted it before, as it wrapped her in chains.
Melting the ugliness that built inside.
Bursting her spirit that has long since died.
She wants to believe. She wants to heal.
-Caught for too long the ability to feel.
The drought of feeling beginning to dissipate
Had shackled her in disappointment and hate.
True, she would allow the hope to convert her soul.
Caught way too long in her black hole.
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Awaking
by Stephanie Daich
