Hope Springs....
I sit by my window
Staring through the glass
Pondering all my calamities past
I remember my deeds both good and bad
I mourn the treasures I could have had
I run my fingers over my skin
Caressing the bruises without and within
I smile at the memories of friendship shared
I long for the people for whom I have cared
I sigh at the mistakes that I have made
They sliced through my joy like a whetted blade
I rue the days I made the wrong choice
If only I’d been guided by a wiser voice
I always gave in to my heart’s desires
I did few things that can be admired
And for that I alone can shoulder the blame
I was the player and the played in life’s game
Alas my errors can not be undone
For maybe my battle has been lost and not won
Any day now could be my last
And I could become a mere memory of the past
But I hope that I can defeat this anguish and fear
And find the spring of hope so silver and clear
Then I will stand alone but proud
And release myself from Despair’s dark shroud
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