No spoken promises now. No
that what once was, will again be so…
and I get down on my knees.
I cling to my memories of yesterday,
dreading the day when uncertain tomorrow comes.
As always, weariness has a say…
and I fall asleep to the sound of fading drums.
I dream such hearty, rose-coloured happiness
that in reality is so hard to feel…
for in this world rules weepy sadness,
diagnosed truth, that makes fear so real.
Fate has no conscience, and it always gets its way.
But when I shut my eyes,
I see only what I want to see. In the grey
abyss between life and death, my spirit lies…
in waiting. A new chapter
of a carefully woven destiny
gently unfolds in silken scenes filled with laughter…
and my soul rejoices, a wronged prisoner finally set free.
By Chrystal Gomes
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