A single light.

There were times I spent alone

Holed up in a single room

Looking out that same window.

Hoping for more.

I kept my dreams in a box that I hid under my bed

Waiting for a better time where I can bring them out again.

I was weak, back broken from holding the world.

The bottle inside me was overflowing,

No more could it hold.

So there I lay slowly shattering.

I single tear I could not cry,

I wanted to be strong this time.

But what a fool I was, making myself believe such things.

The place I stood was no where near being impervious,

I'd fallen.. much too far.

But that single window;

where that brilliant sun shone through every single day,

Gave me a little glimpse of hope.

A small hand to help me up,

Just enough to get me back on my feet

Just enough to keep me going. . . 

Reviews

[AK]

I really appreciate the honesty in this... and the hope. There is always hope I've learned. You have a gift of expression that is not forced nor overdone. This is a conversation with a good friend, an uplifting reminder. This is writing!
Thank you!!!

[ThisLullaby]

You kept your dreams in a box? Funny how I wrote like the same thing in my last writing... "I am afraid of the dreambox i keep"... Wow, i will definitely keep an eye on your writing..... you are. just. like. ME!!!!

[Leech Wife]

A sliver of hope. Beautifully expressed!

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. amazingly poignant ... amazingly inspirational ... amazingly well written ... the contents of that box are truly beautiful ...

[R.C.A.]

Absolutely perfect! This is an amazing poem. Great job and keep writing.

[Trevor]

seriously?, you are a wizard! or something else amazing. This is perfect!