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.
