Huddled by your bedside

terror flooded

the brilliance in your eyes.

Hatred

shouted outside your door.

Division shattered your world.

 

Questions you dared not ask.

Sweet sounding songs

of childhood gone so fast.

Your hands

reaching for crippled love

as it walked into your past.

 

Heavy tears stormed your view.

Sorrow fading

your eyes of sapphire blue.

Washed-out

shade of a grayish hue.

Your childish vision askew.

 

Under a carbon sky,

you lay in wait.

Grief waged war with your mind.

And loss

replayed in torturous chime.

Your consciousness marking time.

 

Then a voice called your name.

“Rise up my son.

Sleeping heart awaken!

Come forth

into triumphant light,

and see I have won your fight.”

 

From shadows of slumber,

where life ran dry

you saw a faint glimmer;

a hope.

To new arms open wide,

you stepped out with seasoned eyes.