Poetry

Despair

We cry into our silence hoping no one will notice

But some do see the silence, and understand

It is only then that the tears can flow

As she wakes there is hope

soon shattered by reality and the unspoken question

How many more days like this do I have left in me

barely coping, losing faith

With the dawn comes reality, but for a short time I remain in the dream

I can still feel the warmth, I feel I can reach out and touch her

A memory so real, but you can't quite grasp it

But then she fades back into the past, gone again, lost and alone

We look into the mirror but rarely see what is there

It just reflects back what we expect, what we are used to seeing

Until that day when we see what is actually there

That is when we notice, with surprise, what we have actually become

When a book is created, the author gives it life, to be opened, looked at and read,

a living entity, bright and breathing

But all too soon it is placed upon a shelf, where it remains in hibernation

until once again it is opened and it is alive again