Do you see that?
Far off in the distance?
A glimmer. A glow.
A single ray of hope
so far off it only the truly desperate know,
can tell what it is,
call it by name.
Now see me.
How all the remnants of light have left,
and abandoned now I stand bereft
of anything worth living for.
See my hands though,
for while my body is weak
and bruised and beaten,
while my feet are shredded and bleeding,
my hands hold my heart,
defeated.
And they squeeze it.
Again and again,
over and over.
See my eyes,
so full of tears they can barely see
the light that beams in the distance,
barely know how light feels anymore.
But barely is not blind.
And somehow through the salt and glass of tears they latch on to the hope and hold it.
It is light that keeps the hands moving
keeps the heart beating
keeps the mind from seeing despair
believing that all is lost.
I put my heart back.
I wait as it finds a rhythm it can beat to
and then stand.
I'm coming for the light,
I'm coming home.
SK(art)
