There Is Hope

Who now looks after those whose bones are gnawed on by the Jackal? Whose burdens have dragged them to the depths of the ocean of sadness in their hearts? The world asks: How much? How many? How pretty? How worth it? Each question a lode stone made of gross diamond and death granite. None are scarless and most have open sores that ooze failure Tears-invisible trace the word 'Lost' on one cheek and 'Done' on the other This world of grief trapped orbiting around the heart of the black universe within chests, leaving the question: why? Why did he die? Why did she leave? Why am I alone? Why...why? Fallen yet not forgotten as we cry out on our knees: You. Now. Please? She asks: Who's hungry? Who's thirsty? Who feels worthless? Each word that flows from ageless lips a kiss in the dark and a melody in the silence. Healing rises in her wings as we are invited to soar as eagles beneath 'There is hope' She whispers weightily into the vacuum. 'There is hope' and it rises in my nostrils as a whiff of courage. 'There is hope' and I see it as a glint of the sun rising upon the horizon. 'There is hope' and I taste it as a victorious brew on my lips.