A Discovered Strand of Hope

I can see you in my peripheral, hands move with steady ease completing their tasks, your body moves like a sturdy breeze making its way from there, to, I don’t know where. And another piece of my substance, drains away... I ache to reach out tracing the words and pictures rippling on your skin that reveal a story of our time, I want to memorize each line and curve in the tips of my fingers and rub them against my temples, to relive the journey But another memory is lost and erased in the torment... shaking, my lips fail to move with an answer to the question, the power of communication is slowly being downgraded and exchanged And yet another day of living in silence commences... now no longer in my peripheral, I am bereft and grieving, tossing my head in denial I rake my nails across my face, finally, I lay down in the valley of the dead, no longer fearing evil, I have become emptiness and sorrow my veil of sadness is catching the tears of the neverwas. Another moment existing in the land of the living dead... unraveling my mind unhitching my soul, you've unmade all there is of me I am unwinding unweaving, un-sewing, redeveloped into the unbecoming. Another hour began sitting in the canyon watching a fall... --- Much later, in the corner of my eye a miracle lit a spark, it now smolders deep within my core and at will it is flaming free. Another strand of hope has been cast, and it’s coiling inside me...