Silence screams into the ears
As she walks down the path of her heart.
She sees old, long-forgotten dreams,
Dreams that lie shattered along the way,
Each jagged piece cutting into the ground
That is her heart.
She hasn’t visited this place in years
Each emotion that passes by in the winds
Brings with it a feeling of déjà-vu.
And yet, all emotions feel new,
Strangers pulling at the strings
Of her heart.
She comes to a ruined mansion.
Regret dwells here,
Housing the damaged rooms,
The empty, cobwebbed corridors.
Fear is nearly a permanent house guest
He comes accompanied by Grief.
Hope had once lived here,
When each room was all light,
When each window was open wide
To ideas, opportunities, love.
Sunshine rained in the backyard,
Fleecy clouds shone across the blue sky.
The sun does not shine here anymore,
The healing rains do not shower.
No ideas flower in the window boxes,
No love grows in the garden.
No light enters the mansion;
It is a perpetual night.
Occasionally, a flame flickers,
In one corner of the highest tower
Reminding the walls of what once was.
The candle bearing the light
Had once belonged to Hope.
It has now melted down to a stub.
Tonight she sees it flicker again.
She looks on bleakly, not daring to believe.
Her heart is all void,
All covered by a blanket of wintry snow.
Courage comes and stands by her
Hoping against hope.
The flame wavers about in the winds
Now gaining strength, now losing it,
Love too looks out her hiding place;
She hasn’t seen Hope struggle in so long.
A star or two watch down, disinterestedly;
They have seen all Hope’s attempts.
Regret wakes up suddenly now
He creeps up the staircase slowly.
The door creaks open, bringing Fear with it.
Regret opens its dark wings.
The flame extinguishes in its wake
And all is dark again.