Made of Hope

Made of hope, I search for light

in wounded words.

Raised from the ashes, I follow

your silence, which is louder

than the calls of a homeless angel.

Left thought hurts,

time does not bring evening.

Will you come back

when I can't protect myself

from my dreams?

I am swallowed up by chaos

that your crystal hand has sown here.

Silence that understands our pain

will not pass without tears,

will not abandon faith in the past.