Hope Returns

Aug. 16 2011

Elena Huegel

Stretched to the breaking point,

my heart screams.

My muscles shiver and twitch

under the strain of holding on

to the bits and pieces

left of what was

but is no longer.

Light

Extinguished into

Night.

Match lit

Spark

Gone.

Candle wick

Spent.

My soul is a solitary cell.

Blind and groping

along the walls to find a warm

breath of hope whispering through

my fingers.

A breach through which

Hope over time becomes a breeze

A wind.

A gale.

Crumbling the prison

one stone at a time

displacing the pain

with light.