.::hoperising::.

 

hiding in the cleft of this mountain

I sit in a purgatory of seclusion

waiting on the reaper of life

Imprisoned by things I’ve done

 

an eternity of ruin has been my life

sitting, sulking, stuck in an abyss

darkness the only home to my eyes

death my only waiting kiss

 

silence howls in my ears

I shiver from the frigid air     

I would cry out for a savior

but why would the darkness care?

 

hope a fallen comrade

despair my closest friend

worth a stingy brother

of himself refusing to lend

 

I lift my arms in the air

waiting on death with a smile

my chin greets my chest

I cry for awhile

 

forgetting the anniversary of my decent

no memories of what came before

fighting the will to live

I lay my cheek against the floor

 

silence my only companion

the only thing constant besides pain

but a voice breaks through the silence

quietly whispering my name

 

my ears awaken in amazement

silence is all they’ve ever known

my heart pauses in wonder

as the darkness is unsown

 

A shaft of light bursts from above

I scramble to my feet

terrified of this ghostly voice

and the light that closer to me creeps

 

I yell to this mysterious thief

who takes my impiety away

I shiver at the sound of my own voice

as I feel the sun, setting on hopeless days

 

The whisper is now a roar

is it here to take my life or save it?

desire to be saved overwhelms me

freedom from the licentious web I’ve knit

 

through a crevasse of light above

I see a hand reaching down to me.

I don’t hesitate at grabbing it

for doors have always been locked, this hand could be my key

 

into the light I elevate by his hand

my depraved eyes squint to see his face

I weep, grateful for my undeserved freedom  

unknown mercy I taste

 

he stands before me

his open arms greet me with grace 

he whispers love into my ear

I become lost in his face

 

one instant I’m helpless, the next I’m saved

words extend beyond what I feel.

my life is all I have to give

offering it at his feet, I kneel

 

holding my hand he stands me up

my heart is betrothed to his

his eyes speak of a love unfathomable

it was his fire of love I missed

 

my salvation is his

for with out him, my life would be dead.

my life and all I do is his

for with out him, down to my grave, death would have lead.

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