A New Perspective.

My hands are as empty as my heart.

My heart as empty as a cave.

A cold, lonely cave.

My hands long to be filled.

With life, with love, with whatever

makes the world continue to spin around me.

"Hope" someone whispers.

But it does not come.

"Love" says another.

But it is lost.

"Life" says still another.

But there is no life left in me.

I wait in the darkness for something 

to come.

 But nothing comes.

I wait for my heart, my hands, 

to be filled.

 But nothing comes.

Until that moment when I face that I

cannot hold on by myself for any longer,

a strong voice comes to me.

Softer than the whispers of others before it,

but strong nonetheless.

It wraps me in itself and carries me away.

Away from the cave,

the dark, the loneliness. 

It brings me into life with a new perspective.

It awakens the love inside me 

that was lost.

It awakens the hope inside me 

that did not come before.

It awakens the life inside me that gives me 

strength like the strength in itself.

I am brought out of the darkness and into light.

With a new perspective.

 -Leanora S. Day