A broken spirit's hope

When there is darkness inside

You can't bear to feel the sun on your skin.

When there is emptiness inside

Any call echoes off the walls that fence in your soul

And mutate into ghostly cries.

It takes a lot break a spirit.

This task has to be undertaken with devotion

And conviction.

Only the most talented ones succeed.

Cursed are those onto whom they bestow

Their most precious gift.

Yet even a broken spirit grows.

It just loses itself in the shattered pieces,

A waste of energy.

Picking up the fragments would be painful

And is impossible for bound hands

And frozen hearts.

The darkness raging inside

Makes you shy away not only from the sun

But from any sort of radiance

Emanating from gestures, voices, gentle eyes

Into a shabby corner.

Not many dare to overcome themselves

And to bend down so low that they forget their own grace

And nobility.

I still believe that one will find me

And risk cutting his fingers

On my broken soul.